Richard Le Gallienne

(1866-1947 / England)

Richard Le Gallienne Poems

241. To A Mountain Spring 4/14/2010
242. To A Poet 4/14/2010
243. To A Rose 4/14/2010
244. To A Simple Housewife 4/14/2010
245. To A Wild Bird 4/14/2010
246. To Belgium 4/14/2010
247. To Lucy Hinton: December 19, 1921 4/14/2010
248. To Madame Jumel 4/14/2010
249. To Mildred 4/14/2010
250. To My Wife, Mildred 4/14/2010
251. To One On A Journey 4/14/2010
252. To Ralph Waldo Emerson 4/14/2010
253. To The Golden Wife 4/14/2010
254. To The Reader 4/14/2010
255. Tobacco Next 4/14/2010
256. Too Late 4/14/2010
257. Two Birthdays 4/14/2010
258. Under Which King . . . ? 4/14/2010
259. We Are With France 4/14/2010
260. What Of The Darkness? 4/14/2010
261. When The Long Day Has Faded 4/14/2010
262. Who Was It Swept Against My Door 4/14/2010
263. Why Did She Marry Him? 4/14/2010
264. Winter 4/14/2010
265. Winter Magic 4/14/2010
266. With Pipe And Book 4/14/2010
267. With Some Old Love Verses 4/14/2010
268. Wretched Lovers Slain 4/14/2010
269. Young Love 4/14/2010
Best Poem of Richard Le Gallienne

Soldier Going To The War

Soldier going to the war--
Will you take my heart with you,
So that I may share a little
In the famous things you do?

Soldier going to the war--
If in battle you must fall,
Will you, among all the faces,
See my face the last of all?

Soldier coming from the war--
Who shall bind your sunburnt brow
With the laurel of the hero,
Soldier, soldier--vow for vow!

Soldier coming from the war--
When the street is one wide sea,
Flags and streaming eyes and glory--
Soldier, will you look for me?

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She's somewhere in the sunlight strong,
   Her tears are in the falling rain,
She calls me in the wind's soft song,
   And with the flowers she comes again.

Yon bird is but her messenger,
   The moon is but her silver car;
Yea! Sun and moon are sent by her,
   And every wistful, waiting star.

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