Last night, in a dream, I felt the peculiar anguish <br />Known to me of old; <br />And there passed me, not much changed, my earliest lover, <br />Smiling, suffering, cold. <br />This morning, I lay with closed lids under the blankets, <br />Lest with night depart <br />The truthful dream which restored to me with my lover <br />My passionate heart.<br /><br />Lesbia Harford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-night-in-a-dream/
