Writing towards the end of the first world war, the poet, novelist, journalist and suffragist Benson here dreams of a secure peace Writing towards the end of the first world war, the poet, novelist, journalist and suffragist Benson here dreams of a secure peace The Secret Day My yesterday has gone, has gone and left me tired, And now tomorrow comes and beats upon the door; So I have built To-day, the day that I desired, Lest joy come not again, lest peace return no more, Lest comfort come no