Richard Le Gallienne

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Soldier going to the war--
Will you take my heart with you,
So that I may share a little
In the famous things you do?
...

In an old book I found her face
Writ by a dead man long ago-
I found, and then I lost the place;
So nothing but her face I know,
...

A world of books amid a world of green,
Sweet song without, sweet song again within
...

The sun is weary, for he ran
So far and fast to-day;
The birds are weary, for who sang
So many songs as they?
...

A caravan from China comes;
   For miles it sweetens all the air
With fragrant silks and dreaming gums,
   Attar and myrrh --
...

We, deeming day-light fair, and loving well
Its forms and dyes, and all the motley play
Of lives that win their colour from the day,
...

7.

She's somewhere in the sunlight strong,
   Her tears are in the falling rain,
She calls me in the wind's soft song,
   And with the flowers she comes again.
...

Is it the Spring?
Or are the birds all wrong
That play on flute and viol,
A thousand strong,
...

May is building her house. With apple blooms
   She is roofing over the glimmering rooms;
Of the oak and the beech hath she builded its beams,
   And, spinning all day at her secret looms,
...

'These things are real,' said one, and bade me gaze
On black and mighty shapes of iron and stone,
On murder, on madness, on lust, on towns ablaze,
...

AH, London! London! our delight,
Great flower that opens but at night,
Great City of the midnight sun,
Whose day begins when day is done.
...

The Cry of the Little Peoples went up to God in vain;
The Czech and the Pole, and the Finn, and the Schleswig
...

Above the town a monstrous wheel is turning,
With glowing spokes of red,
Low in the west its fiery axle burning;
...

THE solemn light behind the barns,
The rising moon, the cricket's call,
The August night, and you and I—
What is the meaning of it all!
...

Her talk was all of woodland things,
   Of little lives that pass
Away in one green afternoon,
   Deep in the haunted grass;
...

The Décadent was speaking to his soul-
Poor useless thing, he said,
Why did God burden me with such as thou?
The body were enough,
...

My dryad hath her hiding place
Among ten thousand trees.
She flies to cover
At step of a lover,
...

There is too much beauty upon this earth
For lonely men to bear,
Too many eyes, too enchanted skies,
Too many things too fair;
...

O sad-eyed man who yonder sits,
Face in a book from morn till night,
Who, though the world should go to bits,
...

God gave us an hour for our tears,
One hour out of all the years,
For all the years were another's gold,
Given in a cruel troth of old.
...

Richard Le Gallienne Biography

Richard Le Gallienne (January 20, 1866 - September 15, 1947) was an English author. The American actress Eva Le Gallienne (1899-1991) was his daughter, by his second marriage. He was born in Liverpool. He started work in an accountant's office, but abandoned this job to become a professional writer. The book My Ladies' Sonnets appeared during 1887, and during 1889 be became for a brief time literary secretary to Wilson Barrett. He joined the staff of the newspaper The Star during 1891, and wrote for various papers by the name Logroller. He contributed to The Yellow Book, and associated with the Rhymer's Club. His first wife, Mildred Lee, died during 1894, and during 1897 he married Julie Noiregard, subsequently becoming a resident of the United States. They divorced a few years later. During 1906 he translated, from the Danish, Peter Nansen's Loves Trilogy. In later times he knew Llewelyn Powys and John Cowper Powys. Asked how to say his name, he told The Literary Digest the stress was "on the last syllable: le gal-i-enn'. As a rule I hear it pronounced as if it were spelled 'gallion,' which, of course, is wrong." (Charles Earle Funk, What's the Name, Please?, Funk & Wagnalls, 1936.))

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Soldier Going To The War

Soldier going to the war--
Will you take my heart with you,
So that I may share a little
In the famous things you do?

Soldier going to the war--
If in battle you must fall,
Will you, among all the faces,
See my face the last of all?

Soldier coming from the war--
Who shall bind your sunburnt brow
With the laurel of the hero,
Soldier, soldier--vow for vow!

Soldier coming from the war--
When the street is one wide sea,
Flags and streaming eyes and glory--
Soldier, will you look for me?

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