Lesbia Harford

(1891 - 1927 / Australia)

Lesbia Harford Poems

161. And Is Love Very Strong Where Honour Rules? 4/15/2010
162. An Improver 4/15/2010
163. All Through The Day At My Machine 4/15/2010
164. All Knowledge . . . 4/15/2010
165. After Rain 4/15/2010
166. Adventurers 4/15/2010
167. A Strike Rhyme 4/15/2010
168. A Sophistical Argument 4/15/2010
169. A Prayer To Saint Rosa 4/15/2010
170. A Parlourmaid 4/15/2010
171. A Meaning Learnt 4/15/2010
172. A Lady And I Were Walking 4/15/2010
173. A Deity 4/15/2010
174. A Bunch Of Lilac And A Storm Of Hail 4/15/2010
175. A Bronte Legend 4/15/2010
176. A Blouse Machinist 4/15/2010
177. A Bad Snap 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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Dearest, Dearest

Dearest, dearest,
Bother the slow hours
That hold and keep me
From the leafy bowers
You make more lovely than a storm of flowers.
Dearest, dearest,
If they let me go
I'd hasten to you
Where the waters flow
In among the shadows and the dreams we know.

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