So old is the wood, so old,
Old as Fear.
Wrinkled roots; great stems; hushed leaves;
No sound near.
Shadows retreat into shadow,
Deepening, crossed.
Burning light singles a low leaf, a bough,
Far within, lost.

(C) Robert Laurence Binyon
02/24/2019


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
• A Mothers Song
• The Bather
• The Zeppelin
• An Incident At Cambrai
• The Junipers
• The Sibyls
• Love Infinite
• Sirmione
• Midsummer Noon
• The Reformer
• Whitechapel High Road