Lesbia Harford Poems

I lie in the dark
Grass beneath and you above me,
Curved like the sky,
Insistent that you love me.
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Through the swift night
I go to my love.
Tram bells are joy bells,
Bidding us move
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I count the days until I see you, dear,
But the days only.
I dare not reckon up the nights and hours
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When Gertie came in
To work today
She was much less weary
And far more gay.
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When I go into town at half past seven
Great crowds of people stream across the ways,
Hurrying, although it's only half past seven.
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I in the library,
Looking for books to read,
Pulled one out twice to see
If it fulfilled my need.
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The people have drunk the wine of peace
In the streets of town.
They smile as they drift with hearts at rest
Uphill and down.
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I've had no man
To guard and shelter me,
Guide and instruct me
From mine infancy.
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There's a little boy who lives next door
With hair like you,
Pale, pale hair and a rose-white skin
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They are so glad of a young companion,
They hail and bless me, these boys of mine,
And I whose pathway was dark and lonely
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