Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon

Evening Rain

What is lovelier than rain that lingers
Falling through the western light?
The light that's red between my fingers
Bathes infinite heaven's remotest height.

Whither will the cloud its darkness carry
Whose trembling drops about me spill?
Two worlds, of shadow and splendour, marry:
I stand between them rapt and still. 

1. Now That I Have Won
2. The Dead to the Living
3. Whitechapel High Road
4. Inheritance
5. Ah, Now This Happy Month Is Gone

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