I can count the days until I see you dear.
but the days only.
I dare not reckon up the nights and hours
I shall be lonely.
But when at last I meet you, dearest heart.
How can it chear me?
Desire has power to turn me into stone
when you come near me.
I give my heart the lie against my will -
Seem not to see you.
Glance aside quickly if i meet you eye -
Love you and flee you.
- Lesbia Hartford
