Lesbia Harford

(1891 - 1927 / Australia)

Dearest, Dearest - Poem by Lesbia Harford

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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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 15, 2010



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