Richard Le Gallienne Poems

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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My head is at your feet,
Two Cytherean doves,
The same, O cruel sweet,
As were the Queen of Love's;
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Who will gather with me the fallen year,
This drift of forgotten forsaken leaves,
Ah! who give ear
To the sigh October heaves
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Beloved, I would tell a ghostly thing
That hides beneath the simple name of Spring;
Wild beyond hope the news--the dead return,
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Take away the dancing girls, quench the lights, remove
Golden cups and garlands sere, all the feast; away
Lutes and lyres and Lalage; close the gates, above
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Bring not your dreams to me--
Blown dust, and vapour, and the running stream--
Saying, 'He, too, doth dream,
Touched of the moon.'
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When the spring comes again, will you be there?
Three springs I watched and waited for your face,
And listened for your voice upon the air;
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The woods we used to walk, my love,
Are woods no more,
But' villas' now with sounding names--
All name and door.
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Deem not my love is only for the bloom,
The honey and the marble, that is You;
Tis so, Beloved, common loves consume
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