Evening was in the wood, still as the dreaming bracken,
secretive, moving softly among the pines as a young
witch gathering simples. She wore a hood of finely
woven shadows, yet,...
The relative obscurity of Richard Le Gallienne's literary reputation is perhaps due to his excess of romantic sensibility in an age of irony. By the time he got to Paris in 1927, Le Gallienne's heyday...