O summer sun, O moving trees!
O cheerful human noise, O busy glittering street!
What hour shall Fate in all the future find,
Or what delights, ever to equal these:
Only to taste the warmth, the light, the wind,
Only to be alive, and feel that life is sweet?
More verses by Robert Laurence Binyon
- O World, Be Nobler
- Ode For September
- On A Figure Of Justice With Bound Eyes
- On The Hills
- One Year Old