Author Laurence Binyon I am here, and you;The sun blesses us throughLeaves made of light.The air is in your hair;You hold a flower.O worlds, that roll through night,O Time, O terrible year,Where surges of fury and fearRave, to us you gaveThis island-hour. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments