Robert Laurence Binyon (Роберт Лоренс Биньон)

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I am here, and you;
The sun blesses us through
Leaves made of light.
The air is in your hair;
You hold a flower.

O worlds, that roll through night,
O Time, O terrible year,
Where surges of fury and fear
Rave, to us you gave
This island--hour. 

1. Magnets
2. Whitechapel High Road
3. As in the Dusty Lane to Fern or Flower
4. The Winds of All the World
5. Nothing Is Enough!

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