Somebody brought in lilac,
Lilac after rain.
Isn't it strange, belovéd of mine
You'll not see it again?
Lilac glad with the sun on it
Flagrant fair from birth,
Mourns in colour, belovéd of mine,
You laid in the earth.
More verses by Lesbia Harford
- Sometimes I Am Too Tired
- Sometimes I Think The Happiest Of Love's Moments
- Day's End
- Now All The Lovely Days Are Past
- Last Night, In A Dream