Robert Laurence Binyon (Роберт Лоренс Биньон)

The Woods Entry

So old is the wood, so old,
Old as Fear.
Wrinkled roots; great stems; hushed leaves;
No sound near.
Shadows retreat into shadow,
Deepening, crossed.
Burning light singles a low leaf, a bough,
Far within, lost. 

1. Go Now, Love
2. Come Back, Sweet Yesterdays!
3. Magnets
4. Flame and Snow
5. O World, Be Nobler

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