Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon

Lament

Fall now, my cold thoughts, frozen fall
My sad thoughts, over my heart,
To be the tender burial
Of sweetness and of smart.

Fall soft as the snow, when all men sleep,
On copse and on bank forlorn,
That tenderly buries, yet buries deep
Frail violets, freshly born. 

1. To the Belgians
2. In Memory of George Calderon
3. The Zeppelin
4. Kitchener
5. No More Now with Jealous Complaining

Dylan Thomas Lament ("When I was a windy boy and a bit")

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