Author Lesbia Harford Today when you went up the hill And all that I could see Was just a speck of black and white Very far from me, It seemed more strange than words can say, The dot that I could see, Really was the dearest thing The world holds for me. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments