Sometimes I think the happiest of love's moments
Is the blest moment of release from loving.
The world once more is all one's own to model
Upon one's own and not another's pattern.
And each poor heart imprisoned by the other's
Is suddenly set free for splendid action.
For no two lovers are a single person
And lovers' union means a soul's suppression.
Oh, happy then the moment of love's passing
When those strong souls we sought to slay recover.
More verses by Lesbia Harford
- Day's End
- Now All The Lovely Days Are Past
- Last Night, In A Dream
- I'D Love To Have You On A Rainy Day
- I Saw A Flight Of Sparrows Through The Air