Dear Sister, You dream like mad, you love like tinder, you aspire like a star-struck moth - for what? That you may hive little lyrics, and sell to a publisher for thirty pieces of silver.
Opening Lines from Epistle Dedicatory, to his sister, Sissie Le Gallienne English Poems Copland & Day 1895 kindle ebook
Art was a palace once, things great and fair,And strong and holy , found a temple there:Richard Le Gallienne
Yea, howso we dream,Or how bravely we do;The end is the same,Be we traitor or true:And after the bloomAnd the passion is pastDeath comes at last.Richard Le Gallienne
Time’s horses gallop down the lessening hill.Richard Le Gallienne
There’s too much beauty upon this earthFor lonely men to bear.Richard Le Gallienne