Lesbia Harford

(1891 - 1927 / Australia)

Lesbia Harford Poems

81. Street Scene—little Lonsdale St. 4/15/2010
82. Machinist Talking 4/15/2010
83. I Bought A Red Hat 4/15/2010
84. I Hate Work So 4/15/2010
85. I Have To Make A Soul For One 4/15/2010
86. Though I Had Lost My Love 4/15/2010
87. I Am No Mystic 4/15/2010
88. Noli Me Tangere 4/15/2010
89. Ours Was A Friendship In Secret 4/15/2010
90. Flowers And Light 4/15/2010
91. I Found An Orchid In The Valley Fair, 4/15/2010
92. Dearest, Dearest 4/15/2010
93. I'M Like All Lovers, Wanting Love To Be 4/15/2010
94. I Thought I Heard Something Move In The House 4/15/2010
95. I Was Sad 4/15/2010
96. O Great Golden Head Lie In My Lap' 4/15/2010
97. Today I Saw 4/15/2010
98. I Went Down To Post A Letter 4/15/2010
99. In The Public Library 4/15/2010
100. Lovers Parted 4/15/2010
101. Miss Mary Fairfax 4/15/2010
102. Periodicity 4/15/2010
103. Lawstudent And Coach 4/15/2010
104. I'D Like To Spend Long Hours At Home 4/15/2010
105. Whenever I Think Of You, You Are Alone 4/15/2010
106. I Love To See 4/15/2010
107. In This Little School 4/15/2010
108. O You, Dear Trees, You Have Learned So Much Of Beauty 4/15/2010
109. Do You Remember Still The Little Song 4/15/2010
110. He Has A Fairy Wife 4/15/2010
111. I Dreamt Last Night 4/15/2010
112. He Looks In My Heart And The Image There 4/15/2010
113. Lie-A-Bed 4/15/2010
114. Closing Time: Public Library 4/15/2010
115. If I Had Six White Horses 4/15/2010
116. A Bad Snap 4/15/2010
117. The Moonlit Room 4/15/2010
118. Today When You Went Up The Hill 4/15/2010
119. Those Must Be Masts Of Ships The Gazer Sees 4/15/2010
120. The Melbourne Cup 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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Dearest, Dearest

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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