Collected Poems of Laurence Binyon

Binyon, Laurence (1869-1943)

LYRICAL POEMS

[dedication]

BOOK I

IN CARISSIMAM MEMORIAM A.S.P.

THE EVENING TAKES ME FROM YOUR SIDE

TINTAGEL

O SUMMER SUN!

NAME, THAT MAKES MY HEART BEAT

AS I WALKED THROUGH LONDON

NOT EVEN LOVE

THE DISOBEDIENT HEART

FIRST DAY OF WINTER

THE CONVALESCENT

THE CHESTNUT

WHEN OLD WOUNDS BLEED AGAIN

MONTENEGRO

DOWN IN A SHADED GARDEN

THE DRIFTWOOD GATHERERS

THE VISION OF AUGUSTINE AND MONICA

THE PINE WOODS OF GRIJÒ

II.

II.

III.

III

THE DRYAD

AMASIS

THE BACCHANAL OF ALEXANDER

II.

III.

III

ASOKA

II.

III.

II.

A VISION OF RESURRECTION

S. FRANCESCO DEL DESERTO

III.

UNDER A FLOWERING TREE

A DAY THAT IS BOUNDLESS AS YOUTH

A WINTER SONG

A SPRING SONG

BETWEEN THE MOUNTAINS AND THE PLAIN

A PICTURE SEEN IN A DREAM

THE CRUSADER

I WANT A THOUSAND THINGS

SECRET PEACE

THE ANNIVERSARY

HIDE ME IN YOUR HEART

II.

II.

III.

BECAUSE THOU ART NEAREST

IV.

MORN LIKE A THOUSAND SHINING SPEARS

STRIKE STONE ON STEEL

SPRING HAS LEAPT INTO SUMMER

AN INCIDENT AT CAMBRAI

THE UNRETURNING SPRING

PEACE

IN MEMORY OF RICHARD HENRY POWELL

IN MEMORY OF GEORGE CALDERON

WINGLESS VICTORY

II.

III.

III

A DAFFODIL

THE SECRET

II.

III.

III

FOR MERCY, COURAGE, KINDNESS, MIRTH

WALNUT-LEAF SCENT

MY BOAT SWINGS OUT AND BACK

THE WHARF ON THAMES-SIDE: WINTER DAWN

THE DREAM HOUSE

WESTWARD

FROM THE CHINESE

THE COCKATOO: FROM THE CHINESE

I.1.

I.2.

I.3.

I.4.

II.

II.1.

II.2.

II.3.

II.4.

III.

III. THE UNDISCOVERED WORLD

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.

LONDON VISIONS NARRATIVE POEMS TRANSLATIONS

THE GOLDEN GALLERY AT SAINT PAUL'S

ELEONORA DUSE AS MAGDA

WHITECHAPEL HIGH ROAD

IN THE BRITISH MUSEUM

SONGS OF THE WORLD UNBORN

II.

III.

IV.

I. THE COMING OF THE AMAZONS

II.

II. THE BATTLE

THE BATTLE OF STAMFORD BRIDGE

RUAN'S VOYAGE

II.

III.

III

IV.

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WALNUT-LEAF SCENT

In the high leaves of a walnut,
On the very topmost boughs,
A boy that climbed the branching bole
His cradled limbs would house.

On the airy bed that rocked him
Long, idle hours he'd lie
Alone with white clouds sailing
The warm blue of the sky.

I remember not what his dreams were;
But the scent of a leaf's enough
To house me higher than those high boughs
In a youth he knew not of,

In a light that no day brings now
But none can spoil or smutch,
A magic that I felt not then
And only now I touch.

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