Richard Le Gallienne

(1866-1947 / England)

The Dead Arose - Poem by Richard Le Gallienne

The dead arose. Long had they dreamed,
Deep in the grass of the still grave,
Of meeting their beloved once more.
They knocked at each familiar door.
They waited eagerly to see
The old loved faces at the door,
They waited for a voice to say
The same old words it said before-
They knocked at each familiar door.
But no one answered to the dead,
No voice of welcome, no kind word!
Only a little flower came out,
And one small elegiac bird.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 14, 2010



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