Poems by Robert Laurence Binyon
The Cathedral Porch
... As from a long--dried well, where off--cast clutter's thrown ...
Lullaby
... Little heart! O but in my heart you stay, ...
From Goethe
... Every tree. The woods are silent ...
The Death Of Adam
... yet not less When that first child lay babbling on thy knees, ...
The Dray
... What woeful captives thronged his chariot wheel ...
Not Even Love
... She placed our souls, like Heaven's lone spheres, ...
Shelleys Pyre
... All These flames are your thoughts, these fires your desires, O Mortal! ...
The Way Home
... Nothing of nature's fault or the years' ...
Days End
... That after storm makes smoothness in the ways that are rough ...
Awakening
... To breathe at last their native breath ...
Separation
... From the light, from the sun, from her face, ...
The House That Was
... Whence, seen in a windowed picture, were hills fading ...
The Snows Of Spring
... But an hour, And brave was every shy new--opened flower ...
Surrender
... When the heart gives all its gift ...
Gift Of Silence
... But through them tremblingly escape, like bloom, ...
