Comfort At Parting

A poem by Richard Le Gallienne

O little Heart,
So much I see
Thy hidden smart,
So much I long
To sing some song
To comfort thee.

For, little Heart,
Indeed, indeed,
The hour to part
Makes cruel speed;
Yet, dear, think thou
How even now,
With happy haste,
With eager feet,
The hour when we
Again shall meet
Cometh across the waste.

Reader Comments

Tell us what you think of 'Comfort At Parting' by Richard Le Gallienne

comments powered by Disqus

Home | Search | About this website | Contact | Privacy Policy