Richard Le Gallienne (1866-1947 / England)
I Said--I Care Not
I said-I care not if I can
But look into her eyes again,
But lay my hand within her hand
Just once again.
Though all the world be filled with snow
And fire and cataclysmal storm,
I'll cross it just to lay my head
Upon her bosom warm.
Ah! bosom made of April flowers,
Might I but bring this aching brain,
This foolish head, and lay it down
On April once again!
Richard Le Gallienne's Other Poems
- A Ballad of London
- A Ballad of The Kind Little Creatures
- A Ballad of Too Much Beauty
- A Ballad of Woman
- A Caravan from China comes (After Hafiz)
- A Child's Even-Song
- A Face In A Book
- A Frosty Fancy
- A June Lily
- A Library In A Garden
- A Lost Hour
- A Love-Letter
- A Lover's Universe
- A New Year Letter
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