Lesbia Harford

(1891 - 1927 / Australia)

Poems of Lesbia Harford

121. Sometimes I think the happiest of love's moments 4/15/2010
122. Sometimes I watch you, mark your brooding eyes 4/15/2010
123. Sometimes I wish that I were Helen-fair 4/15/2010
124. Street Music 4/15/2010
125. Street Scene—Little Lonsdale St. 4/15/2010
126. Suburban Dames 4/15/2010
127. Summer Lightning 4/15/2010
128. Summer Lightning 1/1/2004
129. Tall trees along the road, 4/15/2010
130. The Contest 4/15/2010
131. The Electric Tram To Kew 4/15/2010
132. The Folk I Love 4/15/2010
133. The Immigrant 4/15/2010
134. The Invisible People 4/15/2010
135. The love I look for 4/15/2010
136. The Melbourne Cup 4/15/2010
137. The Moonlit Room 4/15/2010
138. The Nuns And The Lilies 4/15/2010
139. The people have drunk the wine of peace 4/15/2010
140. The Psychological Craze 4/15/2010

Emmie, Emmie Adams

Emmie, Emmie Adams,
With her insolent air,
Tied a little bit of rag
In her yellow hair.
When Lena, wondering,
Asked why it was there,
Emmie said she didn't know
And she didn't care.
I think Emmie Adams,
Though you are so fair,
That must be the devil's horn
In your yellow hair.

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