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Title: The Rival
Author: Richard Le Gallienne [
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She failed me at the tryst:
All the long afternoon
The golden day went by,
Until the rising moon;
But, as I waited on,
Turning my eyes about,
Aching for sight of her,
Until the stars came out,--
Maybe 'twas but a dream--
There close against my face,
"Beauty am I," said one,
"I come to take her place."
And then I understood
Why, all the waiting through,
The green had seemed so green,
The blue had seemed so blue,
The song of bird and stream
Had been so passing sweet,
For all the coming not
Of her forgetful feet;
And how my heart was tranced,
For all its lonely ache,
Gazing on mirrored rushes
Sky-deep in the lake.
Said Beauty: "_Me_ you love,
You love her for my sake."
[The end]
Richard Le Gallienne's poem: Rival
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