Richard Le Gallienne

(1866-1947 / England)

The Bloom Upon The Grape - Poem by Richard Le Gallienne

The bloom upon the grape I ask no more,
Nor pampered fragrance of the soft-lipped rose,
I only ask of Him who keeps the Door-
To open it for one who fearless goes
Into the dark, from which, reluctant, came
His innocent heart, a little laughing flame;
I only ask that he who gave me sight,
Who gave me hearing and who gave me breath,
Give me the last gift in His flaming hand-
The holy gift of Death.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 14, 2010

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