I count the days until I see you, dear, <br />But the days only. <br />I dare not reckon up the nights and hours <br />I shall be lonely. <br />But when at last I meet you, dearest heart, <br />How can it cheer me? <br />Desire has power to turn me into stone, <br />When you come near me. <br />I give my heart the lie against my will, <br />Seem not to see you, <br />Glance aside quickly if I meet your eye, <br />Love you and flee you.<br /><br />Lesbia Harford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-count-the-days-until-i-see-you/
