Richard Le Gallienne

(1866-1947 / England)

Richard Le Gallienne Poems

1. The Wife From Fairyland 1/4/2003
2. Ah! Did You Ever Hear The Spring 4/14/2010
3. All The Wide World Is But The Thought Of You 4/14/2010
4. All The Words In All The World 4/14/2010
5. How Fast The Year Is Going By 4/14/2010
6. I Crossed The Orchard Walking Home 4/14/2010
7. I Said--I Care Not 4/14/2010
8. I Thought, Before My Sunlit Twentieth Year 4/14/2010
9. Lightnings May Flicker Round My Head 4/14/2010
10. Singing Go I 4/14/2010
11. Sore In Need Was I Of A Faithful Friend 4/14/2010
12. Tennyson' At The Farm 4/14/2010
13. The Afternoon Is Lonely For Your Face 4/14/2010
14. The Bloom Upon The Grape 4/14/2010
15. At Last I Got A Letter From The Dead 4/14/2010
16. Face In The Tomb That Lies So Still 4/14/2010
17. Who Was It Swept Against My Door 4/14/2010
18. A Ballad Of The Kind Little Creatures 4/14/2010
19. A Love-Letter 4/14/2010
20. A Lover's Universe 4/14/2010
21. A New Year Letter 4/14/2010
22. A Rainy Day 4/14/2010
23. A Song Of Singers 4/14/2010
24. Adoration 4/14/2010
25. After The War 4/14/2010
26. After Tribullus 4/14/2010
27. Alfred Tennyson 4/14/2010
28. Alice 4/14/2010
29. All Sung 4/14/2010
30. All The Way 4/14/2010
31. Alma Venus 4/14/2010
32. An Easter Hymn 4/14/2010
33. A June Lily 4/14/2010
34. An Old Love Letter 4/14/2010
35. An Old Man's Song 4/14/2010
36. Anima Mundi 4/14/2010
37. April 4/14/2010
38. Art 4/14/2010
39. As In The Woodland I Walk 4/14/2010
40. Ballade Of Running Away With Life 4/14/2010
Best Poem of Richard Le Gallienne

An Ode To Spring

(TO GRANT AND NELLIE ALLEN)

Is it the Spring?
Or are the birds all wrong
That play on flute and viol,
A thousand strong,
In minstrel galleries
Of the long deep wood,
Epiphanies
Of bloom and bud.

Grave minstrels those,
Of deep responsive chant;
But see how yonder goes,
Dew-drunk, with giddy slant,
Yon Shelley-lark,
And hark!
Him on the giddy brink
Of pearly heaven
His fairy anvil clink.

Or watch, in fancy,
How the brimming note
Falls, like a string of pearls,
From out his heavenly throat;
Or like a fountain
In ...

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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.

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