Author Robert Laurence Binyon High over the battling street I watch the wind blow In frenzy tearing the plane trees That are tossing below. The high balcony's railing Casts a shadow unstirred: Of this mad torment of air The sun has not heard. 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