Lesbia Harford

(1891 - 1927 / Australia)

Lesbia Harford Poems

161. An Improver 4/15/2010
162. A Strike Rhyme 4/15/2010
163. I Am No Mystic 4/15/2010
164. Child Sun 4/15/2010
165. All Through The Day At My Machine 4/15/2010
166. If I Had Six White Horses 4/15/2010
167. Fatherless 4/15/2010
168. A Parlourmaid 4/15/2010
169. Once I Thought My Love Was Worth The Name 4/15/2010
170. My Lovely Pixie, My Good Companion, 4/15/2010
171. Summer Lightning 4/15/2010
172. To Leslie 4/15/2010
173. Street Music 4/15/2010
174. I Count The Days Until I See You 4/15/2010
175. The Wife 4/15/2010
176. A Prayer To Saint Rosa 4/15/2010
177. Three Teachers 4/15/2010

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Three Teachers

Sometimes I can see
When I teach
Half my children talk
Each to each.
Then I almost wish
I could be
Very fierce and they
Scared of me.
They will all be still
For one man
Who could never teach
As I can.
He is kind and strong,
Narrow-souled.
He has never sought
Dangerous gold.
If he might do both
That were good.
In my life I knew
One who could.
She was dark and sweet,
Irish born,
Very full of dreams,
Full of scorn.
Hell and heav'n was she,
Like the sun.
My dear children need
Such a one.

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Child Sun

Child Sun
Why will you play Peep Bo
Now in, now out
The workroom window so?
True 'tis
That there are children here;
But they've no time
To play Peep Bo, my dear.

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