Lesbia Harford

(1891 - 1927 / Australia)

Poems of Lesbia Harford

141. The Silent Dead 4/15/2010
142. The Sisters 4/15/2010
143. The Two Swans 4/15/2010
144. The Tyrant 4/15/2010
145. The Wife 4/15/2010
146. They are so glad of a young companion, 4/15/2010
147. They say — priests say 4/15/2010
148. This evening I'm alone. 4/15/2010
149. This year I have seen autumn with new eyes 4/15/2010
150. Those must be masts of ships the gazer sees 4/15/2010
151. Though I had lost my love 4/15/2010
152. Three Teachers 4/15/2010
153. To Leslie 4/15/2010
154. To look across at Moira gives me pleasure 4/15/2010
155. To Plato's dictum 4/15/2010
156. Today I saw 4/15/2010
157. Today is rebels' day. And yet we work 4/15/2010
158. Today they made a bonfire 4/15/2010
159. Today when you went up the hill 4/15/2010
160. Today, in class, 4/15/2010

Child Sun

Child Sun
Why will you play Peep Bo
Now in, now out
The workroom window so?
True 'tis
That there are children here;
But they've no time
To play Peep Bo, my dear.

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