Richard Le Gallienne

(1866-1947 / England)

Richard Le Gallienne Poems

121. Love's Proud Farewell 4/14/2010
122. Love's Tenderness 4/14/2010
123. Love's Wisdom 4/14/2010
124. Mammon 4/14/2010
125. Man, The Destroyer 4/14/2010
126. Matthew Arnold 4/14/2010
127. May Is Back 4/14/2010
128. May Is Building Her House 1/4/2003
129. Met Once More 4/14/2010
130. Moon-Marketing 4/14/2010
131. Morality 4/14/2010
132. Morn 4/14/2010
133. Morning Song 4/14/2010
134. My Books 4/14/2010
135. My Maiden Vote 4/14/2010
136. Nature The Healer 4/14/2010
137. Never--Ever 4/14/2010
138. Noon 4/14/2010
139. Not Sour Grapes 4/14/2010
140. O Golden Day! O Silver Night! 4/14/2010
141. Of Poets And Poetry 4/14/2010
142. Old Love-Letters 4/14/2010
143. Omar Khayyam 4/14/2010
144. On The Morals Of Poets 4/14/2010
145. Once 4/14/2010
146. Orbits 4/14/2010
147. Paola And Fransesca 4/14/2010
148. Parables 4/14/2010
149. Paris Day By Day: A Family Epistle 4/14/2010
150. Paths That Wind. . . 4/14/2010
151. Postscript 4/14/2010
152. Primrose And Violet 4/14/2010
153. Primum Mobile 4/14/2010
154. Professor Minto 4/14/2010
155. Regret 4/14/2010
156. Reliquiae 4/14/2010
157. Rest 4/14/2010
158. Resurrection 4/14/2010
159. Richard Watson Gilder 4/14/2010
160. Robert Louis Stevenson 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 Wife From Fairyland

Her talk was all of woodland things,
   Of little lives that pass
Away in one green afternoon,
   Deep in the haunted grass;

For she had come from fairyland,
   The morning of a day
When the world that still was April
   Was turning into May.

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