||In The High Leaves Of A Walnut
||Robert Laurence Binyon
|Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943) was born in Lancaster, England. His first volume of poetry, Lyric Poetry was published in 1894.
During the War he served with the Red Cross, visiting the Front in 1916. Binyon was already in his mid-forties when he wrote the poem For the Fallen in September 1914, which has the most famous lines of all war and rememberance poetry in them
|In the high leaves of a walnut, on the very topmost boughs, a boy that climbed the branching bole His cradled limbs would house. On the airy bed that rocked him Long, idle hours he'd lie alone with white clouds sailing the warm blue of the sky. I remember not what his dreams were; But the scent of a leaf's enough To house me higher than those high boughs In a youth he knew not of, In a light that no day brings now but none can spoil or smutch, A magic that I felt not then and only now I touch.
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