Richard Le Gallienne

(1866-1947 / England)

Richard Le Gallienne Poems

81. How Many Queens Have Ruled And Passed 4/14/2010
82. If, After All ...! 4/14/2010
83. Immortality 4/14/2010
84. In A Copy Of Fitzgerald's 4/14/2010
85. In A Copy Of Mr. Swinburne's 4/14/2010
86. In The City 4/14/2010
87. In The Night 4/14/2010
88. Invitation 4/14/2010
89. Jenny Dead 4/14/2010
90. Lightnings May Flicker Round My Head 4/14/2010
91. Love Afar 4/14/2010
92. Love Eternal 4/14/2010
93. Love In Spain 4/14/2010
94. Love Platonic 4/14/2010
95. Love's Arithmetic 4/14/2010
96. Love's Exchange 4/14/2010
97. Love's Poor 4/14/2010
98. Love's Proud Farewell 4/14/2010
99. Man, The Destroyer 4/14/2010
100. Matthew Arnold 4/14/2010
101. May Is Back 4/14/2010
102. Met Once More 4/14/2010
103. Moon-Marketing 4/14/2010
104. Morality 4/14/2010
105. Morn 4/14/2010
106. Morning Song 4/14/2010
107. On The Morals Of Poets 4/14/2010
108. Once 4/14/2010
109. Orbits 4/14/2010
110. Paola And Fransesca 4/14/2010
111. Parables 4/14/2010
112. Paris Day By Day: A Family Epistle 4/14/2010
113. Paths That Wind. . . 4/14/2010
114. Postscript 4/14/2010
115. Primrose And Violet 4/14/2010
116. Primum Mobile 4/14/2010
117. Professor Minto 4/14/2010
118. Regret 4/14/2010
119. Reliquiae 4/14/2010
120. Rest 4/14/2010

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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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Song

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.

Yon bird is but her messenger,
   The moon is but her silver car;
Yea! Sun and moon are sent by her,
   And every wistful, waiting star.

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