Lesbia Harford Poems

My darling lies down in her soft white bed,
And she laughs at me.
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At ten o'clock the great gong sounds its dread
Prelude to splendour. I push back my chair,
And all the people leave their books. We flock,
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Each day I sit in an ill-lighted room
To teach a boy;
For one hour by the clock great words and dreams
Are our employ.
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I'd like to spend long hours at home
With a small child to bother me.
I'd take her out to see the shops
And fuss about my husband's tea.
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Whenever I think of you, you are alone,
Shut by yourself between
Great walls of stone.
There is a stool, I think, and a table there,
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My friend declares
Being woman and virgin she
Takes small account of periodicity
And she is right.
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Standing on tiptoe, head back, eyes and arm
Upraised, Kate groped to reach the higher shelf.
Her sleeve slid up like darkness in alarm
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Every day Miss Mary goes her rounds,
Through the splendid house and through the grounds,
Looking if the kitchen table's white,
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Old memories waken old desires
Infallibly. While we're alive
With eye or ear or sense at all,
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I went down to post a letter
Through the garden, through the garden.
All the lovely stars were shining
As I went.
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