Here you will find thePoemI count the days until I see youof poet Lesbia Harford
I 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 cheer 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 your eye, Love you and flee you.
