Today when you went up the hill
And all that I could see
Was just a speck of black and white
Very far from me,
It seemed more strange than words can say,
The dot that I could see,
Really was the dearest thing
The world holds for me.
More verses by Lesbia Harford
- Those Must Be Masts Of Ships The Gazer Sees
- The Melbourne Cup
- The Tyrant
- Appearances
- Deliverance Through Art