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Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon


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A child in nature, as a child in years,
If on past hours she turn remembering eyes,
She but beholds sweet joys or gentle tears,
Flower hiding flower in her pure memories.

So flower--like, so lovely do they seem:
Too fair to be let die, they fade too fast;
Not like that hopeless beauty, which in dream
Is ever present, but to say 'tis past.

Then should I come with sorrow at my breast,
Profitless sorrow, vainly wished away,
Will she give comfort to my heart's unrest,
She, whose bright years are as a morn of May?

Though I should sigh, I could not choose but cheer,
Knowing Joy is not far, when she is near.



Robert Laurence Binyon


Robert Laurence Binyon's other poems:
  1. No More Now with Jealous Complaining
  2. The Zeppelin
  3. Edith Cavell
  4. In Memory of George Calderon
  5. The Fourth of August


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