Soldier Going To The War

    Soldier going to the war -
        Will you take my heart with you,
    So that I may share a little
        In the famous things you do?

    Soldier going to the war -
        If in battle you must fall,
    Will you, among all the faces,
        See my face the last of all?

    Soldier coming from the war -
        Who shall bind your sunburnt brow
    With the laurel of the hero,
        Soldier, soldier - vow for vow!

    Soldier coming from the war -
        When the street is one wide sea,
    Flags and streaming eyes and glory -
        Soldier, will you look for me?

Richard Le Gallienne

Richard Le Gallienne was an English author and poet born on January 20, 1866. Known for his lyrical poetry, he was a key figure in the literary circles of the fin de siècle. He contributed to the literary magazine 'The Yellow Book' and was involved with the Rhymers' Club, an influential group of London-based poets. His works often explored themes of beauty, love, and nature. His influence extended to both sides of the Atlantic, and he spent the latter part of his life in the United States, where he continued to write until his death on September 15, 1947.

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