Richard Le Gallienne Poems

She bore us in her dreaming womb,
And laughed into the face of Death;
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The dead arose. Long had they dreamed,
Deep in the grass of the still grave,
Of meeting their beloved once more.
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Dear Desk, Farewell! I spoke you oft
In phrases neither sweet nor soft,
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When the long day has faded to its end,
The flowers gone, and all the singing done,
And there is no companion left save Death-
Ah! there is one,
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O bird that somewhere yonder sings,
In the dim hour 'twixt dreams and dawn,
Lone in the hush of sleeping things,
In some sky sanctuary withdrawn;
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When the embalmer closed my eyes,
And all the family went in black,
And shipped me off to Paradise,
I had no thought of coming back;
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Doth it not thrill thee, Poet,
Dead and dust though thou art,
To feel how I press thy singing
Close to my heart?-
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To Man in haste, flushed with impatient dreams
Of some great thing to do, so slowly done,
The long delay of Time all idle seems,
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I wore my heart upon my sleeve,
Tis most unwise, they say, to do--
But then how could I but believe
The foolish thing was safe with you?
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So many times the heart can break,
So many ways,
Yet beat along and beat along
So many days.
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