Peace is perfect over
All the hills.
Scarce wilt thou discover
A breath, so still's
Every tree.
The woods are silent; birds have hushed their song.
Wait but thou; ere long
Peace comes to thee.

(C) Robert Laurence Binyon
02/20/2019


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