Here you will find the Poem When I was still a child of poet Lesbia Harford
When I was still a child I thought my love would be Noble, truthful, brave, And very kind to me. Then all the novels said That if my lover prove No such man as this He had to forfeit love. Now I know life holds Harder tasks in store. If my lover fail I must love him more. Should he prove unkind, What am I, that he Squander soul and strength Smoothing life for me? Weak or false or cruel Love must still be strong. All my life I'll learn How to love as long.
