Poems by Robert Laurence Binyon
The Lure
... And curves, and dips, and climbing still ...
The Little Dancers
... Their eyes shining, grave with a perfect pleasure ...
Seeking And Finding
... By Time and briefness, treasuries locked from me ...
Reminiscence
... A thought that shone through his heart ...
A Picture Seen In A Dream
... Tall as they Appeared her stature, and her outstretched hands ...
"Ah, now this happy month is gone"
... He takes his own, the weeks, the hours, ...
Present And Future
... And strikes fresh tracks of thronged and fruitful life, ...
"What shall I say to thee, my spirit, so soon dejected"
... With hands stretched out in a prayer that seems to reach no ears, ...
The Wound
... With sweet and troubled look! ...
In The Firelight
... Dim Is the room and the ceiling above you ...
August
... On the hot stones lean, where toward me ...
Lycabettus
... With the sprawled city's modern swarm and hum, ...
The Sower (Eastern France)
... But down in the field, where sun has the furrow dried, ...
Gallipoli
... and there Hector armed, and Andromache proudly held up his boy to him, ...
To The End
... Rejoice! From now all meaner fears are fled ...
