Richard Le Gallienne Poems

Noon like a naked sword lies on the grass,
Heavy with gold, and Time itself doth drowse;
The little stream, too indolent to pass,
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I'm not sorry I am older, love--are you?
Over all youth's fuss and flurry,
All its everlasting hurry,
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O golden day! O silver night!
That brought my own true love at last,
Ah, wilt thou drop from out our sight,
And drown within the past?
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Poet, a truce to your song!
Have you heard the heart sing?
Like a brook among trees,
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You ask and I send. It is well, yea! best:
A lily hangs dead on its stalk, ah me!
A dream hangs dead on a life it blest.
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Dear city in the moonlight dreaming,
How changed and lovely is your face;
Where is the sordid busy scheming
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I see fair women all the day,
They pass and pass-and go;
I almost dream that they are shades
Within a shadow-show.
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I dwell, with all things great and fair:
The green earth and the lustral air,
The sacred spaces of the sea,
Day in, day out, companion me.
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Crickets calling,
Apples falling.
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I

How thick the grass,
How green the shade-
All for love
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