Laurence Binyon

Here you will find the Poem The Woods Entry of poet Laurence Binyon

The Woods Entry

So old is the wood, so old, 
Old as Fear. 
Wrinkled roots; great stems; hushed leaves; 
No sound near.
Shadows retreat into shadow, 
Deepening, crossed. 
Burning light singles a low leaf, a bough, 
Far within, lost.