Richard Le Gallienne

(1866-1947 / England)

The Constant Lover - Poem by Richard Le Gallienne

I see fair women all the day,
They pass and pass-and go;
I almost dream that they are shades
Within a shadow-show.

Their beauty lays no hand on me,
They talk-- I hear no word;
I ask my eyes if they have seen,
My ears if they have heard.

For why-within the north countree
A little maid, I know,
Is waiting through the days for me,
Drear days so long and slow.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 14, 2010

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