Lesbia Harford Poems
|161.||The Two Swans||4/15/2010|
|162.||A Blouse Machinist||4/15/2010|
|163.||A Bronte Legend||4/15/2010|
|165.||Cherry Plum Blossom In An Old Tin Jug||4/15/2010|
|168.||A Strike Rhyme||4/15/2010|
|169.||Beauty And Terror||4/15/2010|
|172.||A Prayer To Saint Rosa||4/15/2010|
|174.||A Bunch Of Lilac And A Storm Of Hail||4/15/2010|
|176.||A Meaning Learnt||4/15/2010|
|177.||A Lady And I Were Walking||4/15/2010|
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A Lady And I Were Walking
A lady and I were walking
Where waters flow;
A lady and I were talking
Softly and slow.
This is what you were saying,
Lady of mine,
'I will be sad without him,
Yea, I will pine.
But he would never leave me
If he were free.
That's what my love in prison
Whispered to me.'
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.