Poems by Robert Laurence Binyon
Martha
... and lo! How deep, in double splendour dyed, ...
Name, That Makes My Heart Beat
... That surely should be where thou art spoken! ...
Angkor
... And the things he had shown her, surpassing belief and rumour, ...
Fortunate Moments
... While to purged eyes the mysteries of the world unroll ...
The Oak
... No sound the bright and haunting stillness broke ...
Stars
... So long have seemed, 'mid the world's fallen kings ...
Home--Coming
... All was strange on a sudden! ...
There Is Still Splendour
... there Beauty and compassion, all that loves the light, ...
A Dialogue
... And, proud to have lived, scorn not to die! ...
The Renewal
... in whom Looks, thoughts, and motions, speech and mien persuade, ...
The August Weeds
... Not yet come. And all at unawares, ...
Wanderers
... Rush home, and Sighs crushed from the pain of years ...
O World, Be Nobler
... Know'st thou not that her tender heart ...
The Battle Of Stamford Bridge
... --Hark! What hoofs come thudding through the dark ...
Mid Atlantic
... the sound Of naked surges roared around, ...
