Richard Le Gallienne

(1866-1947 / England)

Richard Le Gallienne Poems

201. To Ralph Waldo Emerson 4/14/2010
202. To A Bird At Dawn 4/14/2010
203. The Overworked Ghost 4/14/2010
204. The Passionate Reader To His Poet 4/14/2010
205. The Gardens Of Adonis 4/14/2010
206. The Long Purposes Of God 4/14/2010
207. The Heart On The Sleeve 4/14/2010
208. The Heart Unseen 4/14/2010
209. The Friend 4/14/2010
210. The Broker Of Dreams 4/14/2010
211. Spring's Promises 4/14/2010
212. Omar Khayyam 4/14/2010
213. Mammon 4/14/2010
214. Satan: 1920 4/14/2010
215. My Books 4/14/2010
216. Love's Tenderness 4/14/2010
217. Love's Landmarks 4/14/2010
218. In Her Diary 4/14/2010
219. Desiderium 4/14/2010
220. Autumn Treasure 4/14/2010
221. At Her Feet 4/14/2010
222. An Echo From Horace 4/14/2010
223. A Ballad Of Woman 4/14/2010
224. Her Eyes Are Bluebells Now 4/14/2010
225. The Dead Arose 4/14/2010
226. The Desk's Dry Wood 4/14/2010
227. When The Long Day Has Faded 4/14/2010
228. I Know Not In What Place 4/14/2010
229. April Is In The World Again 4/14/2010
230. The Second Crucifixion 1/4/2003
231. A Frosty Fancy 4/14/2010
232. Buried Treasure 4/14/2010
233. June 4/14/2010
234. Home ... 4/14/2010
235. The Frozen Stream 4/14/2010
236. The Door Ajar 4/14/2010
237. The End Of Laughter 4/14/2010
238. The Lonely Dancer 4/14/2010
239. The Illusion Of War 4/14/2010
240. The Magic Flower 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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The Wife From Fairyland

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

For she had come from fairyland,
   The morning of a day
When the world that still was April
   Was turning into May.

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