Richard Le Gallienne Poems

Dear wife, there is no word in all my songs
But unto thee belongs:
Though I indeed before our true day came
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Why did you go away without one word,
Wave of the hand, or token of good-bye,
Nor leave some message for me with flower or bird,
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Winter, some call thee fair,
Yea! flatter thy cold face
With vain compare
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Winter that hath few friends yet numbers those
Of spirit erect and delicate of eye;
All may applaud sweet Summer, with her rose,
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With Pipe and Book at close of day,
Oh, what is sweeter, mortal, say?
It matters not what book on knee,
Old Izaak or the Odyssey,
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Dear Heart, this is my book of boyish song,
The changing story of the wandering quest
That found at last its ending in thy breast-
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The outside of her garments were of lawn,
The lining purple silk, with gilt stars drawn;
Her wide sleeves green, and bordered with a grove,
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Young love, all rainbows in the lane,
Brushed by the honeysuckle vines,
Scattered the wild rose in a dream:
A sweeter thing his arm entwines.
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With laughter always on the darkest day,
She danced before the very face of dread,
Starry companion of my mortal way,
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Art was a palace once, things great and fair,
And strong and holy, found a temple there:
Now 'tis a lazar-house of leprous men.
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