I dreamt last night of happy home-comings.
Friends I had loved and had believed were dead
Came happily to visit me and said
I was a part of their fair home-coming
It's strange that I should dream of welcomings
And happy meetings when my love, last week
Returned from exile, did not even speak
Or write to me or need my welcoming.
More verses by Lesbia Harford
- I Have Three Loves Who Are All Most Dear
- Most People Have A Way Of Making Friends
- My Heart Is A Pomegranate Full Of Sweet Fancies
- O Little Year, Cram Full Of Duty
- Grotesque