Lesbia Harford

(1891 - 1927 / Australia)

Lesbia Harford Poems

81. Noli Me Tangere 4/15/2010
82. My Window Pane Is Broken 4/15/2010
83. My Mission In The World 4/15/2010
84. My Lovely Pixie, My Good Companion, 4/15/2010
85. My Heart Is A Pomegranate Full Of Sweet Fancies 4/15/2010
86. Most People Have A Way Of Making Friends 4/15/2010
87. Mortal Poems 4/15/2010
88. Miss Mary Fairfax 4/15/2010
89. Martha 4/15/2010
90. Machinist's Song 4/15/2010
91. Machinist Talking 4/15/2010
92. Lovers Parted 4/15/2010
93. Little Ships 4/15/2010
94. Lie-A-Bed 4/15/2010
95. Learning Geography 4/15/2010
96. Lawstudent And Coach 4/15/2010
97. Last Night, In A Dream 4/15/2010
98. Inventory 4/15/2010
99. Into Old Rhyme 4/15/2010
100. In This Little School 4/15/2010
101. In The Public Library 4/15/2010
102. I'M Like All Lovers, Wanting Love To Be 4/15/2010
103. If You Have Loved A Brave Story 4/15/2010
104. If I Had Six White Horses 4/15/2010
105. I'D Love To Have You On A Rainy Day 4/15/2010
106. I'D Like To Spend Long Hours At Home 4/15/2010
107. I Went Down To Post A Letter 4/15/2010
108. I Was Sad 4/15/2010
109. I Used To Have Dozens Of Handkerchiefs 4/15/2010
110. I Used To Be Afraid To Meet 4/15/2010
111. I Thought I Heard Something Move In The House 4/15/2010
112. I Saw A Flight Of Sparrows Through The Air 4/15/2010
113. I Read A Statement In A Newspaper 4/15/2010
114. I Must Be Dreaming Through The Days 4/15/2010
115. I Love To See 4/15/2010
116. I Have Two Wings 4/15/2010
117. I Have To Make A Soul For One 4/15/2010
118. I Have Three Loves Who Are All Most Dear 4/15/2010
119. I Have Golden Shoes 4/15/2010
120. I Hate Work So 4/15/2010
Best Poem of Lesbia Harford

A Meaning Learnt

I'm not his wife. I am his paramour:
His wayside love, picked up in journeying:
Rose of the hedgerows; fragrant, till he fling
Me down beside the ditch, a drooped thing
Some country boy may stick into his hat.
A paramour has no more use than that.

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Child Sun

Child Sun
Why will you play Peep Bo
Now in, now out
The workroom window so?
True 'tis
That there are children here;
But they've no time
To play Peep Bo, my dear.

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