I dreamt last night <br />That spring had come. <br />Across green fields I saw a blur <br />Of crimson-blossomed plum. <br />I've never known <br />So fair a thing. <br />And yet I wish it were a dream <br />Of some forgotten spring. <br />Today the sun <br />Our workroom blest <br />And there was hard young wattle pinned <br />On our forewoman's breast.<br /><br />Lesbia Harford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-dreamt-last-night/
