 |
| I. |
| II. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
YPRES |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| V. |
|
| I. |
| I.1. |
| I.2. |
| I.3. |
| I.4. |
| II. |
| II.1. |
| II.2. |
| II.3. |
| II.4. |
| III. |
| III.1. |
| III.2. |
| III.3. |
| III.4. |
|
|
| I.1. |
| I.2. |
| I.3. |
| I.4. |
| II. |
| II.1. |
| II.2. |
| II.3. |
| II.4. |
| II.5. |
| III. |
| III.1. |
| III.2. |
| III.3. |
| III.4. |
|
|
|
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
 | Collected Poems of Laurence Binyon |  |
YPRES
She was a city of patience; of proud name,
Dimmed by neglecting Time; of beauty and loss;
Of acquiescence in the creeping moss.
But on a sudden fierce destruction came
Tigerishly pouncing: thunderbolt and flame
Showered on her streets, to shatter them and toss
Her ancient towers to ashes. Riven across,
She rose, dead, into never-dying fame.
Dimmed by neglecting Time; of beauty and loss;
Of acquiescence in the creeping moss.
But on a sudden fierce destruction came
Tigerishly pouncing: thunderbolt and flame
Showered on her streets, to shatter them and toss
Her ancient towers to ashes. Riven across,
She rose, dead, into never-dying fame.
White against heavens of storm, a ghost, she is known
To the world's ends. The myriads of the brave
Sleep round her. Desolately glorified,
She, moon-like, draws her own far-moving tide
Of sorrow and memory; toward her, each alone,
Glide the dark Dreams that seek an English grave.
To the world's ends. The myriads of the brave
Sleep round her. Desolately glorified,
She, moon-like, draws her own far-moving tide
Of sorrow and memory; toward her, each alone,
Glide the dark Dreams that seek an English grave.
| Collected Poems of Laurence Binyon | |