Lesbia Harford Poems

A lady and I were walking
Where waters flow;
A lady and I were talking
Softly and slow.
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I'm not his wife. I am his paramour:
His wayside love, picked up in journeying:
Rose of the hedgerows; fragrant, till he fling
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Child Sun
Why will you play Peep Bo
Now in, now out
The workroom window so?
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A bunch of lilac and a storm of hail
On the same afternoon! Indeed I know
Here in the South it always happens so,
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When I am so worn out I cannot sleep
And yet I know I have to work next day
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Sometimes I can see
When I teach
Half my children talk
Each to each.
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Today
I'd like to be a nun
And go and say
My rosary beneath the trees out there.
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'I want a parlourmaid.'
'Well, let me see
If you were God, what kind of maid she'd be.'
'She would be tall,
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Cherry plum blossom in an old tin jug —
Oh, it is lovely, beautiful and fair,
With sun on it and little shadows mixed
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Miss Murphy has blue eyes and blue-black hair,
Her machine's opposite mine
So I can stare
At her pale face and shining blue-black hair.
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