Poems by Robert Laurence Binyon
The Apple Boughs
... That its will is to be with the spirit whose joy is flight ...
To Women
... Your hope, your dread, your throbbing pride, ...
The Last Evening
... From the waves an answering shout, We rush, we break for ever, ...
The Cherry Trees
... Like spirits strange to this ill world, ...
History
... He flaunts his folly and woe in a proud dress: ...
" Do kings put faith in fortressed walls, and bar"
... For us, since our joined hands have made us brave, ...
The Pity Of It
... At root and bottom of this, who flung this flame ...
Tintagel
... Through their rents the wind goes mourning ...
Lament
... Fall soft as the snow, when all men sleep, ...
La Patrie
... He is wrapped in a rough brown blanket, like his mates: ...
From The Chinese
... As the cloud in the sky that vanishes, who knows where ...
Youth
... Wreathed with vine--leaves, shouting, trampling onwards, ...
Going West
... at once A shock of sudden light, vibrating like a flame, ...
The Birch Tree
... Nor April's thrush in the blithest songs of the year, ...
O Crudelis Amor!
... It was Spring, the sweet Spring, when first I met with Love ...
