“I dreamt- before death made such dreaming vain-
That sometime, on a day of wind and rain,
I would come home to you at fall of night
And see your window flushed with firelight.
There in the chill dark lonesomeness I‘d wait
A moment, standing at the garden gate
Scarce trusting that my happiness was true,-
The kind warm lights of home and love and you...”
The Dream by Winifred M Letts
#poetry #poetryandflowers
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