Richard Le Gallienne

(1866-1947 / England)

Richard Le Gallienne Poems

161. The New Husbandman 4/14/2010
162. The Quarrel 4/14/2010
163. The Rival 4/14/2010
164. The Rose In Winter 4/14/2010
165. The Shimmer Of The Sound 4/14/2010
166. The Silk-Hat Soldier 4/14/2010
167. The Song That Lasts 4/14/2010
168. The Source 4/14/2010
169. The Valiant Girls 4/14/2010
170. The Valley 4/14/2010
171. The World Is Wide 4/14/2010
172. The World's Musqueteer: To Marshal Foch 4/14/2010
173. To A Contemner Of The Past 4/14/2010
174. To A Dead Friend 4/14/2010
175. To A Mountain Spring 4/14/2010
176. To A Poet 4/14/2010
177. To A Rose 4/14/2010
178. To A Simple Housewife 4/14/2010
179. To A Wild Bird 4/14/2010
180. To Belgium 4/14/2010
181. To Lucy Hinton: December 19, 1921 4/14/2010
182. To Madame Jumel 4/14/2010
183. To Mildred 4/14/2010
184. To My Wife, Mildred 4/14/2010
185. To One On A Journey 4/14/2010
186. To The Golden Wife 4/14/2010
187. To The Reader 4/14/2010
188. Tobacco Next 4/14/2010
189. Too Late 4/14/2010
190. Two Birthdays 4/14/2010
191. Under Which King . . . ? 4/14/2010
192. Time, Beauty's Friend 4/14/2010
193. Time's Monotone 4/14/2010
194. To A Beautiful Old Lady 4/14/2010
195. Winter 4/14/2010
196. Winter Magic 4/14/2010
197. With Pipe And Book 4/14/2010
198. With Some Old Love Verses 4/14/2010
199. Wretched Lovers Slain 4/14/2010
200. Young Love 4/14/2010
Best Poem of Richard Le Gallienne

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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