Lesbia Harford Poems

The love I look for
Could not come from you.
My mind is set to fall
At Peterloo.
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Just now, as warm day faded from our sight
Hosts of archangels, fleet
On lighting-winged feet
Passed by, all glimmering in the busy night
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This morning I got up before the sun
Had seized the hill,
And scrambled heart-hot, noisy, past each one
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I can't feel the sunshine
Or see the stars aright
For thinking of her beauty
And her kisses bright.
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Just now, as warm day faded from our sight
Hosts of archangels, fleet
On lighting-winged feet
Passed by, all glimmering in the busy night
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This evening I'm alone.
I wish there'd be
Someone to come along
And talk to me.
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This year I have seen autumn with new eyes,
Glimpsed hitherto undreamt of mysteries
In the slow ripening of the town-bred trees;
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If you have loved a brave story
Tell it but rarely;
And, with due faith in its glory,
Render it barely.
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I do hate the folk I love-
They hurt so.
Their least word and act may be
Source of woe.
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All day long
We sew fine muslin up for you to wear,
Muslin that women wove for you elsewhere,
A million strong.
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