Lesbia Harford

(1891 - 1927 / Australia)

Lesbia Harford Poems

41. Every Night I Hurry Home To See 4/15/2010
42. I Had A Lover Who Betrayed Me 4/15/2010
43. I Must Be Dreaming Through The Days 4/15/2010
44. When I Was Still A Child 4/15/2010
45. Oh, Oh Rosalie 4/15/2010
46. Pink Eucalyptus Flowers 4/15/2010
47. White Sunshine 4/15/2010
48. Work-Girls' Holiday 4/15/2010
49. She Has All Ireland In Her Blood 4/15/2010
50. Pruning Flowering Gums 4/15/2010
51. Raiment 4/15/2010
52. Revolution 4/15/2010
53. Skirt Machinist 4/15/2010
54. Mortal Poems 4/15/2010
55. You May Have Other Loves, 4/15/2010
56. When I Go Up To Work The Young Blue Sea 4/15/2010
57. Sometimes I Watch You, Mark Your Brooding Eyes 4/15/2010
58. Sometimes I Wish That I Were Helen-Fair 4/15/2010
59. Up In My Room On My Unmade Bed 4/15/2010
60. To Look Across At Moira Gives Me Pleasure 4/15/2010
61. When I Am Articled 4/15/2010
62. When I Get Up To Light The Fire, 4/15/2010
63. You Want A Lily 4/15/2010
64. Somebody Brought In Lilac 4/15/2010
65. Sometimes I Am Too Tired 4/15/2010
66. Sometimes I Think The Happiest Of Love's Moments 4/15/2010
67. Day's End 4/15/2010
68. Last Night, In A Dream 4/15/2010
69. I'D Love To Have You On A Rainy Day 4/15/2010
70. I Saw A Flight Of Sparrows Through The Air 4/15/2010
71. Now All The Lovely Days Are Past 4/15/2010
72. I Dare Not Leave The Splendid Town 4/15/2010
73. I Came To Live In Sophia Street 4/15/2010
74. He Had Served Eighty Masters. They'D Have Said 4/15/2010
75. Now I'Ve Been Three Days 4/15/2010
76. O Little Plum Tree In The Garden, You'Re 4/15/2010
77. Into Old Rhyme 4/15/2010
78. Little Ships 4/15/2010
79. Raging Winter Wind 4/15/2010
80. Weekend At Mt. Dandenong 4/15/2010

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Best Poem of Lesbia Harford

A Meaning Learnt

I'm not his wife. I am his paramour:
His wayside love, picked up in journeying:
Rose of the hedgerows; fragrant, till he fling
Me down beside the ditch, a drooped thing
Some country boy may stick into his hat.
A paramour has no more use than that.

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Summer Lightning

Just now, as warm day faded from our sight
Hosts of archangels, fleet
On lighting-winged feet
Passed by, all glimmering in the busy night

Sweet angels, bringing no blinding truth to birth
Give us no messages
From heavenly palaces;
Leave us our dark trees and our starlight earth.

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