Richard Le Gallienne

(1866-1947 / England)

I Crossed The Orchard Walking Home - Poem by Richard Le Gallienne

I crossed the orchard, walking home,
The rising moon was at my back,
The apples and the moonlight fell
Together on the railroad track.

Then, speeding through the evening dews,
A dozen lighted windows glide-
The East-bound flyer for New York,
Soft as a magic-lantern slide.

New York! on through the sleeping flowers,
Through echoing midnight on to noon;
How strange that yonder is New York,
And here such silence and the moon.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 14, 2010

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