Richard Le Gallienne Poems

Face in the tomb, that lies so still,
May I draw near,
And watch you sleep and love you,
Without word or tear?
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My head is at your feet,
Two Cytherean doves,
The same, O cruel sweet,
As were the Queen of Love's;
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Who will gather with me the fallen year,
This drift of forgotten forsaken leaves,
Ah! who give ear
To the sigh October heaves
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April is in the world again,
And all the world is filled with flowers-
Flowers for others, not for me!
For my one flower I cannot see,
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I know not in what place again I'll meet
The face I love-but there is not a street
In the wide world where you can wander, sweet,
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Her eyes are bluebells now, her voice a bird,
And the long sighing grass her elegy;
She who a woman was is now a star
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She bore us in her dreaming womb,
And laughed into the face of Death;
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The dead arose. Long had they dreamed,
Deep in the grass of the still grave,
Of meeting their beloved once more.
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Dear Desk, Farewell! I spoke you oft
In phrases neither sweet nor soft,
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When the long day has faded to its end,
The flowers gone, and all the singing done,
And there is no companion left save Death-
Ah! there is one,
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