In time of war
I dreamed (God pity babes at play)
How I should love past all romance,
And how to him beloved should say,
As heroes’ women say, perchance,
When the deep drums awake –
‘Go forth: do gloriously for my dear sake.’
But now I render, blind with fear
No lover made of dreams, but You
O You – so commonplace, so dear,
So knit with all I am and do!
Now, braver thought I lack:
Only God bring you back – God bring you back!
Lesbia Thanet
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