Richard Le Gallienne

(1866-1947 / England)

The World Is Wide - Poem by Richard Le Gallienne

The world is wide-around yon court,
Where dirty little children play,
Another world of street on street
Grows wide and wider every day.

And round the town for endless miles
A great strange land of green is spread-
O wide the world, O weary-wide,
But it is wider overhead.

For could you mount yon glittering stairs
And on their topmost turret stand,-
Still endless shining courts and squares,
And lanes of lamps on every hand.

And, might you tread those starry streets
To where those long perspectives bend,
O you would cast you down and die-
Street upon street, world without end.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 14, 2010



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