Richard Le Gallienne Poems

Too late I bring my heart, too late 'tis yours;
Too late to bring the true love that endures;
Too long, unthrift, I gave it here and there,
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Your birthday, sweetheart, is my birthday too,
For, had you not been born,
I who began to live beholding you
Up early as the morn,
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The fight I loved--the good old fight--
Was clear as day 'twixt Might and Right;
Satrap and slave on either hand,
Tiller and tyrant of the land;
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Thou shall not me persuade
This love of ours
Can in a moment fade,
Like summer flowers;
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She failed me at the tryst:
All the long afternoon
The golden day went by,
Until the rising moon;
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'Is she still beautiful?' I asked of one
Who of the unforgotten faces told
That for long years I had not looked upon-
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Autumn and Winter,
Summer and Spring--
Hath Time no other song to sing?
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Say not--'She once was fair;' because the years
Have changed her beauty to a holier thing,
No girl hath such a lovely face as hers,
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When last I saw this opening rose
That holds the summer in its hand,
And with its beauty overflows
And sweetens half a shire of land,
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In the long shimmer of the Sound
May I some day be laughing found,
Part of its restless to and fro,
A humble worker of the tides
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