Richard Le Gallienne

(1866-1947 / England)

Richard Le Gallienne Poems

161. Saint Charles 4/14/2010
162. Satan: 1920 4/14/2010
163. Satiety 4/14/2010
164. Shadow 4/14/2010
165. Shadows 4/14/2010
166. She Said 4/14/2010
167. Singing Go I 4/14/2010
168. Snatch 4/14/2010
169. So Soon Tired! 4/14/2010
170. Soldier Going To The War 4/14/2010
171. Song 1/4/2003
172. Song - Ii 4/14/2010
173. Songs For Fragoletta 4/14/2010
174. Sorcery 4/14/2010
175. Sore In Need Was I Of A Faithful Friend 4/14/2010
176. Spring's Promises 4/14/2010
177. Summer Going 4/14/2010
178. Summer Songs 4/14/2010
179. Sunset In The City 4/14/2010
180. Tennyson' At The Farm 4/14/2010
181. The Afternoon Is Lonely For Your Face 4/14/2010
182. The Animalcule On Man 4/14/2010
183. The Bloom Upon The Grape 4/14/2010
184. The Broker Of Dreams 4/14/2010
185. The City In Moonlight 4/14/2010
186. The Constant Lover 4/14/2010
187. The Country Gods 4/14/2010
188. The Cry Of The Little Peoples 4/14/2010
189. The Day Of The Two Daffodils 4/14/2010
190. The Dead Arose 4/14/2010
191. The Décadent To His Soul 4/14/2010
192. The Desk's Dry Wood 4/14/2010
193. The Destined Maid: A Prayer 4/14/2010
194. The Door Ajar 4/14/2010
195. The Dryad 4/14/2010
196. The End 4/14/2010
197. The End Of Laughter 4/14/2010
198. The Eyes That Come From Ireland 4/14/2010
199. The Faithful Lover 4/14/2010
200. The Friend 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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