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Laurence Binyon Short Poems | Poetry

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by Laurence Binyon

A Song

 Persuade me not, there is a Grace 
Proceeds from Silvia's Voice or Lute, 
Against Miranda's charming Face 
To make her hold the least Dispute.
Musick, which tunes the Soul for Love, And stirs up all our soft Desires, Do's but the glowing Flame improve, Which pow'rful Beauty first inspires.
Thus, whilst with Art she plays, and sings I to Miranda, standing by, Impute the Music of the Strings, And all the melting Words apply


by Laurence Binyon

A Song

 For Mercy, Courage, Kindness, Mirth, 
There is no measure upon earth.
Nay, they wither, root and stem, If an end be set to them.
Overbrim and overflow, If you own heart you would know; For the spirit born to bless Lives but in its own excess


by Laurence Binyon

Nothing is enough!

 No, though our all be spent-- 
Heart's extremest love, 
Spirit's whole intent, 
All that nerve can feel, 
All that brain invent,-- 
Still beyond appeal 
Will Divine Desire 
Yet more excellent 
Precious cost require 
Of this mortal stuff,-- 
Never be content 
Till ourselves be fire.
Nothing is enough!


by Laurence Binyon

Invocation to Youth

 COME then, as ever, like the wind at morning! 
 Joyous, O Youth, in the aged world renew 
Freshness to feel the eternities around it, 
 Rain, stars and clouds, light and the sacred dew.
The strong sun shines above thee: That strength, that radiance bring! If Winter come to Winter, When shall men hope for Spring?


by Laurence Binyon

O World be Nobler

 O WORLD, be nobler, for her sake! 
 If she but knew thee what thou art, 
What wrongs are borne, what deeds are done 
In thee, beneath thy daily sun, 
 Know'st thou not that her tender heart 
For pain and very shame would break? 
O World, be nobler, for her sake!


by Laurence Binyon

The Woods Entry

 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.


by Laurence Binyon

In the shadow of a broken house

 In the shadow of a broken house, 
Down a deserted street, 
Propt walls, cold hearths, and phantom stairs, 
And the silence of dead feet —
Locked wildly in one another's arms 
I saw two lovers meet.
And over that hearthless house aghast Rose from the mind's abyss Lost stars and ruined, peering moons, Worlds overshadowing this, — Time's stony palace crumbled down Before that instant kiss.