"The Afternoon Is Lonely For Your Face"

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Title:     "The Afternoon Is Lonely For Your Face"
Author: Richard Le Gallienne [More Titles by Le Gallienne]

The afternoon is lonely for your face,
The pampered morning mocks the day's decline--
I was so rich at noon, the sun was mine,
Mine the sad sea that in that rocky place
Girded us round with blue betrothal ring.
Because your heart was mine, your heart, that precious thing.

The night will be a desert till the dawn,
Unless you take some ferry-boat of dreams,
And glide to me, a glory of silver beams,
Under my eyelids, like sad curtains drawn;
So, by good hap, my heart can find its way
Where all your sweetness lies in fragrant disarray.

Ah! but with morn the world begins anew,
Again the sea shall sing up to your feet,
And earth and all the heavens call you sweet,
You all alone with me, I all alone with you,
And all the business of the laurelled hours
Shyly to gaze on that betrothal ring of ours.

[The end]
Richard Le Gallienne's poem: "The Afternoon Is Lonely For Your Face"

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