Richard Le Gallienne

(1866-1947 / England)

Richard Le Gallienne Poems

81. Faith Reborn 4/14/2010
82. Flos Aevorum 4/14/2010
83. For A Picture By Rose Cecil O'Neil 4/14/2010
84. For The Birthday Of Edgar Allan Poe 4/14/2010
85. Good-Night 4/14/2010
86. Green Silence 4/14/2010
87. Happy Letter 4/14/2010
88. Happy Letter 4/14/2010
89. Her Eyes Are Bluebells Now 4/14/2010
90. Her Portrait Immortal 4/14/2010
91. Hesperides 4/14/2010
92. Home ... 4/14/2010
93. How Fast The Year Is Going By 4/14/2010
94. How Many Queens Have Ruled And Passed 4/14/2010
95. I Crossed The Orchard Walking Home 4/14/2010
96. I Know Not In What Place 4/14/2010
97. I Meant To Do My Work To-Day 4/14/2010
98. I Said--I Care Not 4/14/2010
99. I Thought, Before My Sunlit Twentieth Year 4/14/2010
100. If, After All ...! 4/14/2010
101. Immortality 4/14/2010
102. In A Copy Of Fitzgerald's 4/14/2010
103. In A Copy Of Mr. Swinburne's 4/14/2010
104. In Her Diary 4/14/2010
105. In The City 4/14/2010
106. In The Night 4/14/2010
107. Invitation 4/14/2010
108. Jenny Dead 4/14/2010
109. June 4/14/2010
110. Lightnings May Flicker Round My Head 4/14/2010
111. Lightnings May Flicker Round My Head 4/14/2010
112. Love Afar 4/14/2010
113. Love Eternal 4/14/2010
114. Love In Spain 4/14/2010
115. Love Platonic 4/14/2010
116. Lovers 4/14/2010
117. Love's Arithmetic 4/14/2010
118. Love's Exchange 4/14/2010
119. Love's Landmarks 4/14/2010
120. Love's Poor 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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The Second Crucifixion

LOUD mockers in the roaring street
   Say Christ is crucified again:
Twice pierced His gospel-bearing feet,
   Twice broken His great heart in vain.

I hear, and to myself I smile,
For Christ talks with me all the while.

No angel now to roll the stone

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