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Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon


The Zeppelin


Guns! far and near
Quick, sudden, angry,
They startle the still street,
Upturned faces appear,
Doors open on darkness,
There is a hurrying of feet,
And whirled athwart gloom
White fingers of alarm
Point at last there
Where illumined and dumb
A shape suspended
Hovers, a demon of the starry air!
Strange and cold as a dream
Of sinister fancy,
It charms like a snake,
Poised deadly in the gleam,
While bright explosions
Leap up to it and break.
Is it terror you seek
To exult in? Know then
Hearts are here
That the plunging beak
Of night-winged murder
Strikes not with fear
So much as it strings
To a deep elation
And a quivering pride
That at last the hour brings
For them too the danger
Of those who died,
Of those who yet fight
Spending for each of us
Their glorious blood
In the foreign night. Ч
That now we are neared to them
Thank we God.



Robert Laurence Binyon


Robert Laurence Binyon's other poems:
  1. No More Now with Jealous Complaining
  2. A Child in Nature, as a Child in Years
  3. Edith Cavell
  4. The Fourth of August
  5. In Memory of George Calderon


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