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Title: A Jongleur Strayed
Verses on Love and Other Matters Sacred and Profane
Author: Richard Le Gallienne
Release Date: January 29, 2006 [eBook #17619]
Language: English
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JONGLEUR STRAYED***
E-text prepared by Al Haines
Transcriber's note:
The word "beloved" appears in this book several times, in various
upper and lower case combinations. Whatever the combination, in
some cases, the second E in "beloved" is e-accent (é) and sometimes it
is e-grave (è). Since I had no way of telling if this was what the author
intended, or a typesetting error, or some other reason, I have left each
exactly as it appears in the original book.
A JONGLEUR STRAYED

Verses on Love and Other Matters Sacred and Profane
by
RICHARD LE GALLIENNE
With an Introduction by Oliver Herford
Garden City ---------- New York
Doubleday, Page & Company

1922
Copyright, 1922, by
Doubleday, Page & Company
All
Rights Reserved, Including That of Translation
into Foreign
Languages, Including the Scandinavian
Printed in the United States

at
The Country Life Press, Garden City, N. Y.
First Edition
ACKNOWLEDGMENT
The writer desires to thank the editors of _The Atlantic Monthly,
Harper's, Life, Judge, Leslie's, Munsey's, Ainslee's, Snappy Stories,
Live Stories, The Cosmopolitan_, and Collier's for their kind
permission to reprint the following verses.
He desires also to thank the editor of The New York Evening Post for
the involuntary gift of a title.
The Catskills,
June, 1922.
TO
THE LOVE
OF
ANDRÉ AND GWEN
_If after times
Should pay the least attention to these rhymes,
I bid
them learn
'Tis not my own heart here
That doth so often seem to

break and burn--
O no such thing!--
Nor is it my own dear

Always I sing:
But, as a scrivener in the market-place,
I sit and
write for lovers, him or her,
Making a song to match each lover's
case--
A trifling gift sometimes the gods confer!_
(After STRATO)
CONTENTS
I
An Echo from Horace
Ballade of the Oldest Duel in the World

Sorcery
The Dryad
May is Back
Moon-Marketing
Two
Birthdays
Song
The Faithful Lover
Love's Tenderness
Anima
Mundi
Ballade of the Unchanging Beloved
Love's Arithmetic

Beauty's Arithmetic
The Valley
Ballade of the Bees of Trebizond

Broken Tryst
The Rival
The Quarrel
Lovers
Shadows
After
Tibullus
A Warning
Primum Mobile
The Last Tryst
The Heart
on the Sleeve
At Her Feet
Reliquiae
Love's Proud Farwell
The
Rose Has Left the Garden
II
The Gardens of Adonis
Nature the Healer
Love Eternal
The
Loveliest Face and the Wild Rose
As in the Woodland I Walk
To a
Mountain Spring
Noon

A Rainy Day
In the City
Country
Largesse
Morn
The Source
Autumn
The Rose in Winter
The
Frozen Stream
Winter Magic
A Lover's Universe
To the Golden
Wife
Buried Treasure
The New Husbandman
Paths that Wind

The Immortal Gods
III
Ballade of Woman
The Magic Flower
Ballade of Love's Cloister

An Old Love Letter
Too Late
The Door Ajar
Chipmunk
Ballade

of the Dead Face that Never Dies
The End of Laughter
The Song
that Lasts
The Broker of Dreams
IV
At the Sign of the Lyre
To Madame Jumel
To a Beautiful Old Lady

To Lucy Hinton; December 19, 1921
V
OTHER MATTERS, SACRED AND PROFANE
The World's Musqueteer: To Marshal Foch
We Are With France

Satan: 1920
Under Which King?
Man, the Destroyer
The Long
Purposes of God
Ballade to a Departing God
Ballade of the Absent
Guest
Tobacco Next
Ballade of the Paid Puritan
The Overworked
Ghost
The Valiant Girls
Not Sour Grapes
Ballade of Reading Bad
Books
Ballade of the Making of Songs
Ballade of Running Away
with Life
To a Contemner of the Past
INTRODUCTION
One Spring day in London, long before the invention of freak verse and
Freudism, I was standing in front of the Cafe Royal in Regent Street
when there emerged from its portals the most famous young writer of
the day, the Poet about whose latest work "The Book Bills of
Narcissus" all literary London was then talking.
Richard Le Gallienne was the first real poet I had ever laid eyes upon in
the flesh and it seemed to my rapt senses that this frock-coated young
god, with the classic profile and the dark curls curving from the
impeccable silk "tile" that surmounted them as curve the acanthus
leaves of a Corinthian capital, could be none other than Anacreon's self
in modern shape.
I can see Le Gallienne now, as he steps across the sunlit sidewalk and
with gesture Mercurian hails the passing Jehu. I can even hear the quick

clud of the cab doors as the smartly turning hansome snatches from my
view the glass-dimmed face I was not to behold again until years later
at the house of a mutual friend in New York.
In another moment the swiftly moving vehicle was dissolved in the
glitter of Regent Street and I fell to musing upon the curious
interlacement of parts in this picture puzzle of life.
Here was a