Richard Le Gallienne Poems

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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She failed me at the tryst:
All the long afternoon
The golden day went by,
Until the rising moon;
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The heart of the rose-how sweet
Its fragrance to drain,
Till the greedy brain
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When leaf and flower are newly made,
And bird and butterfly and bee
Are at their summer posts again;
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Shadows! the only shadows that I know
Are happy shadows of the light of you,
The radiance immortal shining through
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'She said: 'Thou shalt never unsay it, and thy heart is mine indeed:
Thou shalt bear thy love in thy bosom as thou helpest the earth-folk's need:
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From tavern to tavern
Youth passes along,
With an armful of girl
And a heart full of song.
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