Richard Le Gallienne

(1866-1947 / England)

Who Was It Swept Against My Door - Poem by Richard Le Gallienne

Who was it swept against my door just now,
With rustling robes like Autumn's-was it thou?
Ah! would it were thy gown against my door-
Only thy gown once more.

Sometimes the snow, sometimes the fluttering breath
Of April, as toward May she wandereth,
Make me a moment think that it is thou-
But yet it is not thou!

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 14, 2010

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