"Lost"

Lost

Has any one found a dream? 

It was lost I know not where― 

And alas! I know not how― 

So dear, so sweet, so fair! 

I have sought for it in vain, 

Yea, weeks and months and years; 

Eager one day with hope― 

The next, bowed down with tears. 

God made it―no one else. 

Not one on earth could make 

A thing so dear its loss 

A woman’s heart could break. 

Has any one found it? Speak. 

It was white as the whitest dove. 

All else is offered for it! 

Its name, I think, was―Love.

"Lost" as it appears in Ella Higginson's When the Birds Go North Again (1898).