Just now, as warm day faded from our sight
Hosts of archangels, fleet
On lighting-winged feet
Passed by, all glimmering in the busy night
Sweet angels, bringing no blinding truth to birth
Give us no messages
From heavenly palaces;
Leave us our dark trees and our starlight earth.
More verses by Lesbia Harford
- The Silent Dead
- The Love I Look For
- They Are So Glad Of A Young Companion,
- I'M Like All Lovers, Wanting Love To Be
- The Psychological Craze