English Poetry. Robert Laurence Binyon. A Child in Nature, as a Child in Years. Роберт Лоренс Биньон.

Robert Laurence Binyon (Роберт Лоренс Биньон)

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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’s other poems:

1. No More Now with Jealous Complaining
2. The Zeppelin
3. Edith Cavell
4. The Fourth of August
5. In Memory of George Calderon

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