Poems by Lesbia Harford
The Silent Dead
... There's a little boy who lives next door ...
A Meaning Learnt
... His wayside love, picked up in journeying: ...
"I saw a flight of sparrows through the air"
... Let us take wings for flight from home and friends ...
Skirt Machinist
... Such long skirts, not less than two ...
"When my lover put the sea between us"
... Being alone! Truly I was not as fair as Venice, ...
Street SceneLittle Lonsdale St.
... That boy, beneath them, wheeled a hand-cart full ...
Lie-a-bed
... Her laughter has flushed her pale cheeks with red ...
"Today when you went up the hill"
... It seemed more strange than words can say, ...
"What were the good of stars if none looked on them"
... What were the good of stars if none looked on them ...
"Each morning I pass on my way to work"
... But the sun gets up at the back of the tower ...
A Parlourmaid
... Your intimate goods of home must owe their beauty ...
"Last night, in a dream, I felt the peculiar anguish"
... And there passed me, not much changed, my earliest lover, ...
The Contest
... While on through streets and houses at men's will ...
Adventurers
... Samaritan. The wind went by me, pulling at my hair ...
"Today is rebels' day. And yet we work"
... And when night falls they sit alone to brood ...
