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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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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 (e) and sometimes
it is e-grave (e). 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

ANDRE 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!