by Robert Laurence Binyon
Morn like a thousand shining spears
Terrible in the East appears.
O hide me, leaves of lovely gloom,
Where the young Dreams like lilies bloom!
What is this music that I lose
Now, in a world of fading clues?
What wonders from beyond the seas
And wild Arabian fragrancies?
In vain I turn me back to where
Stars made a palace of the air.
In vain I hide my face away
From the too bright invading Day.
That which is come requires of me
My utter truth and mystery.
Return, you dreams, return to Night:
My lover is the armèd Light.
Last updated January 14, 2019