Poems by Robert Laurence Binyon
"Now that I have won"
... Wish those nights not spent, ...
Stonehenge
... Fast come the twinkling hoofs, ...
In The British Museum
... serene In spite of wisdom, and older than ancient pain ...
February Morning
... Through silver--bosomed clouds, that slowly borne ...
The North Star
... Like a child picking flowers and dropping them ...
The Tram (In The Midlands)
... Long pods of tendrilled vetch are thirsting, ...
Hide Me In Your Heart
... My heart's beat from your heart's beat, ...
The Harvest
... With power and fraud in faith's and honour's stead, ...
Nothing Is Enough!
... No, though our all be spent- ...
The Elm
... To pierce the veil, and, seeing with clear eyes, ...
The Winds Of All The World
... What from of old stood, still was dear, was true ...
In Hospital
... They who still, when the mind sickened, and faith darkened, ...
Englands Poet
... He stands, he speaks, the soul--transfigured sign ...
Silences In The Mind
... Like springs that ooze there, glidings from the stone: ...
Trafalgar Square
... But that kind clouding mirror answered her ...
