Lesbia Harford

(1891 - 1927 / Australia)

Lesbia Harford Poems

161. Body And Soul 4/15/2010
162. The Two Swans 4/15/2010
163. A Blouse Machinist 4/15/2010
164. A Bronte Legend 4/15/2010
165. The Wife 4/15/2010
166. Cherry Plum Blossom In An Old Tin Jug 4/15/2010
167. A Parlourmaid 4/15/2010
168. A Strike Rhyme 4/15/2010
169. Beauty And Terror 4/15/2010
170. A Deity 4/15/2010
171. After Rain 4/15/2010
172. A Prayer To Saint Rosa 4/15/2010
173. Three Teachers 4/15/2010
174. A Bunch Of Lilac And A Storm Of Hail 4/15/2010
175. Child Sun 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.'

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Emmie, Emmie Adams

Emmie, Emmie Adams,
With her insolent air,
Tied a little bit of rag
In her yellow hair.
When Lena, wondering,
Asked why it was there,
Emmie said she didn't know
And she didn't care.
I think Emmie Adams,
Though you are so fair,
That must be the devil's horn
In your yellow hair.