Lesbia Harford

(1891 - 1927 / Australia)

Lesbia Harford Poems

141. Girl's Love 4/15/2010
142. Flowers And Light 4/15/2010
143. Florence kneels down to say her prayers 4/15/2010
144. Fatherless 4/15/2010
145. Every night I hurry home to see 4/15/2010
146. Emmie, Emmie Adams 4/15/2010
147. Each morning I pass on my way to work 4/15/2010
148. Do you remember still the little song 4/15/2010
149. Deliverance Through Art 4/15/2010
150. Dearest, dearest 4/15/2010
151. Day's End 4/15/2010
152. Closing Time: Public Library 4/15/2010
153. Child Sun 4/15/2010
154. Cherry plum blossom in an old tin jug 4/15/2010
155. Buddha In The Workroom 4/15/2010
156. Body And Soul 4/15/2010
157. Birthday 4/15/2010
158. Beauty And Terror 4/15/2010
159. Ay, ay, ay, the lilies of the garden 4/15/2010
160. Appearances 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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