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1866–1947

ONCE

Richard Le Gallienne

Once we met, and then there came Like a Pentecostal flame, A word; And I said not,

Only thought, She heard! All I never say but sing, Worshipping;

Wrapt in the hidden tongue Of an ambiguous song. How we met what need to say? When or where,

Years ago or yesterday, Here or there. All the song is — once we met, She and I;

Once, but never to forget, Till we die. All the song is that we meet Never now —

‘ Hast thou yet forgotten, sweet?’ ‘ Love, hast thou?’

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