Ah, now this happy month is gone,
Not now, my heart, complain,
Nor rail at Time because so soon
He takes his own again.

He takes his own, the weeks, the hours,
But leaves the best with thee;
Seeds of imperishable flowers
In fields of memory.

(C) Robert Laurence Binyon
02/19/2019


Best Poems of Robert Laurence Binyon

• The Fourth Of August
• The Sun Goes Down, On Other Lands To Shine
• As I Walked Through London
• A Song
• The House That Was
• August Afternoon
• The Bereaved
• For The Fallen
• The Little Dancers
• Forest Silence
• The Bather
• The Zeppelin
• An Incident At Cambrai
• The Junipers
• The Sibyls
• Love Infinite
• Sirmione
• Midsummer Noon
• The Reformer
• Whitechapel High Road