Dearest, Dearest - Poem by Lesbia Harford
Bother the slow hours
That hold and keep me
From the leafy bowers
You make more lovely than a storm of flowers.
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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