Poems by Lesbia Harford
"The love I look for"
... At Peterloo. But you'ld protect me, ...
"The hot winds wake to life in the sweet daytime"
... And tear through all the moonlit darkness shouting ...
"Cherry plum blossom in an old tin jug "
... I never met girls who so loved sweet flowers ...
Flowers And Light
... Freesias are flames wherein light more than heat is desired, ...
In The Public Library
... Had decay Been the girl's gift in that Miltonic strife ...
"This evening I'm alone"
... To me alone. But if a stranger came ...
Girl's Love
... Grass beneath and you above me, ...
"He had served eighty masters. They'd have said"
... And they, if they had heard him, would have sneered ...
"They are so glad of a young companion"
... The girls who prattle of work and pleasure, ...
"I have to make a soul for one"
... I don't know whether souls are made ...
A Prayer To Saint Rosa
... When, lying on thorns and heaps of broken sherd, ...
