Sometimes I lose
My power of loving for an hour or two,
Then I misuse
My knowledge of friends' secrets to abuse
Them far more heartily than others do.
Then I forget
Their splendid selves, the victories they've won,
And only fret
Because they fail me, when my needs are set
Above the dreams they've fixed their hopes upon.
More verses by Lesbia Harford
- Today, In Class,
- We Climbed That Hill,
- What Were The Good Of Stars If None Looked On Them
- When My Lover Put The Sea Between Us
- Why Does She Put Me To Many Indignities
