Richard Le Gallienne's Poem: Too Late

A poem by Richard Le Gallienne
Too Late
________________________________________________ Title: Too Late Author: Richard Le Gallienne [More Titles by Le Gallienne] Too late I bring my heart, too late 'tis yours; Too late to bring the true love that endures; Too long, unthrift, I gave it here and there, Spent it in idle love and idle song; Youth seemed so rich, with kisses all to spare-- Too late! too long! Too late, O fairy woman; dreams and dust Are in your hair, your face is dimly thrust Among the flowers; and Time, that all forgets, Even you forgets, and only I prolong The face I love, with ache of vain regrets-- Too late! too long! Too long I tarried, and too late I come, O eyes and lips so strangely sealed and dumb: My heart--what is it now, beloved, to you? My love--that doth your holy silence wrong? Ah! fairy face, star-crowned and chrismed with dew-- Too late! too long! [The end] Richard Le Gallienne's poem: Too Late ________________________________________________ GO TO TOP OF SCREEN

A poem by Richard Le Gallienne