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I	A
Now is the time for the burning of the leaves	B
They go to the fire the nostril pricks with smoke	C
Wandering slowly into a weeping mist	D
Brittle and blotched ragged and rotten sheaves	B
A flame seizes the smouldering ruin and bites	E
On stubborn stalks that crackle as they resist	D
	-
The last hollyhock's fallen tower is dust	F
All the spices of June are a bitter reek	G
All the extravagant riches spent and mean	H
All burns The reddest rose is a ghost	I
Sparks whirl up to expire in the mist the wild	J
Fingers of fire are making corruption clean	H
	-
Now is the time for stripping the spirit bare	K
Time for the burning of days ended and done	L
Idle solace of things that have gone before	M
Rootless hope and fruitless desire are there	K
Let them go to the fire with never a look behind	N
The world that was ours is a world that is ours no more	M
	-
They will come again the leaf and the flower to arise	O
From squalor of rottenness into the old splendour	M
And magical scents to a wondering memory bring	P
The same glory to shine upon different eyes	O
Earth cares for her own ruins naught for ours	Q
Nothing is certain only the certain spring	P
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II	A
Never was anything so deserted	R
As this dim theatre	M
Now when in passive grayness the remote	S
Morning is here	M
Daunting the wintry glitter of the pale	T
Half lit chandelier	M
	-
Never was anything disenchanted	R
As this silence	U
Gleams of soiled gilding on curved balconies	V
Empty immense	W
Dead crimson curtain tasselled with its old	X
And staled pretence	W
	-
Nothing is heard but a shuffling and knocking	P
Of mop and mat	Y
Where dustily two charwomen exchange	Z
Leisurely chat	Y
Stretching and settling to voluptuous sleep	A2
Curls a cat	Y
	-
The voices are gone the voices	W
That laughed and cried	B2
It is as if the whole marvel of the world	C2
Had blankly died	B2
Exposed inert as a drowned body left	D2
By the ebb of the tide	B2
	-
Beautiful as water beautiful as fire	M
The voices came	E2
Made the eyes to open and the ears to hear	M
The hand to lie intent and motionless	W
The heart to flame	E2
The radiance of reality was there	M
Splendour and shame	E2
	-
Slowly an arm dropped and an empire fell	F2
We saw we knew	G2
A head was lifted and a soul was freed	H2
Abysses opened into heaven and hell	F2
We heard we drew	G2
Into our thrilled veins courage of the truth	I2
That searched us through	G2
	-
But the voices are all departed	J2
The vision dull	K2
Daylight disconsolately enters	W
Only to annul	K2
The vast space is hollow and empty	L2
As a skull	K2
	-
III	A
Cold springs among black ruins Who shall say	W
Whither or whence they stream	M2
If it could be that such translated light	N2
As comes about a dreamer when he dreams	W
And he believes with a belief intense	W
What morning will deride if such a light	N2
Of neither night nor day	W
Nor moon nor sun	L
Shone here it would accord with what it broods upon	O2
Disjected fragments of magnificence	W
A loneliness of light without a sound	P2
Is shattered on wrecked tower and purpled wall	Q2
Fire has been here	M
On arch and pillar and entablature	M
As if arrested in the act to fall	Q2
Where a home was is a misshapen mound	P2
Beneath nude rafters Still	R2
Fluent and fresh and pure	M
At their own will	R2
Amid this lunar desolation glide	B2
Those living springs with interrupted gleam	M2
As if nothing had died	B2
But who will drink of them	S2
	-
Stooping and feeble leaning on a stick	T2
An old man with his vague feet stirs the dust	F
Searching a strange world for he knows not what	U2
Among haphazard stone and crumbled brick	T2
He cannot adjust	F
What his eyes see to memory's golden land	V2
Shut off by the iron curtain of to day	W
The past is all the present he has got	W2
Now as he bends to peer	M
Into the rubble he picks up in his hand	V2
Death has been here	M
Something defaced naked and bruised a doll	X2
A child's doll blankly smiling with wide eyes	W
And oh how human in its helplessness	W
Pondered in weak fingers	W
He holds it puzzled wondering where is she	L2
The small mother	M
Whose pleasure was to clothe it and caress	W
Who hugged it with a motherhood foreknown	O2
Who ran to comfort its imagined cries	W
And gave it pretty sorrows for its own	O2
No one replies	W
	-
IV	-
Beautiful wearied head	Y2
Leant back against the arm upthrown behind	N
Why are your eyes closed Is it that they fear	M
Sight of these vast horizons shuddering red	Y2
And drawing near and near	M
God like shape would you be blind	N
Rather than see the young leaves dropping dead	Y2
All round you in foul blasts of scorching wind	N
As if the world O disinherited	N
That your own spirit willed	N
Since upon earth laughter and grief began	O2
Should only in final mockery rebuild	N
A palace for the proudest ruin Man	O2
	-
Or are those eyes closed for the inward eye	A
To see beyond the tortures of to day	N
The hills of hope serene in liquid light	N
Of reappearing sky	A
This black fume and miasma rolled away	N
Yet oh how far thought speeds the onward sight	N
The unforeshortened vision opens vast	N
Hill beyond hill year upon year amassed	N
Age beyond age and still the hills ascend	N
Height superseding height	N
Though each had seemed but only seemed the last	N
And still appears no end	N
No end but all an upward path to climb	Z2
To conquer at what cost	N
Labouring on to be lost	N
On the mountains of Time	Z2
	-
What are they burning what are they burning	P
Heaping and burning in a thunder gloom	A3
Rubbish of the old world dead things merely names	W
Truth justice love beauty the human smile	B3
All flung to the flames	W
They are raging to destroy but first defile	B3
Maddened because no furnace will consume	A3
What lives still lives impassioned to create	N
Ah your eyes open open and dilate	N
Transfigured you behold	N
The python that was coiled about your feet	N
Muscle on muscle in slow malignant fold	N
Tauten and tower impending opposite	N
A fury of greed an ecstasy of hate	N
Concentred in the small and angry eye	A
Your hand leaps out in the action to defy	A
And grips the unclean throat to strangle it	N
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V	-
From shadow to shadow the waters are gliding are gone	O2
They mirror the ruins a moment the wounds and the void	N
But theirs is the sweetness of silence in places apart	N
They retain not a stain in a moment they shine as they shone	O2
They stay not for bound or for bar they have found out a way	N
Far from the gnawing of greed and the envious heart	N
	-
The freshness of leaves is from them and the springing of grass	W
The juice of the apple the rustle of ripening corn	O2
They know not the lust of destruction the frenzy of spite	N
They give and pervade and possess not but silently pass	W
They perish not though they be broken continuing streams	W
The same in the cloud and the glory the night and the light	N

Robert Laurence Binyon

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