Poems by Lesbia Harford
The Melbourne Cup
... My thought can scarcely ...
"He has picked grapes in the sun. Oh it seems"
... There's beauty for eye and mind, for sight and thought, ...
"I bought a red hat"
... When it's shaped for kisses ...
"Love is not love . . . "
... Squander soul and strength ...
Weekend At Mt. Dandenong
... These two nights she'll spend ...
"Tall trees along the road"
... This year, oh wind and trees, ...
"I must be dreaming through the days"
... There's more in life than tragic love ...
"She has all Ireland in her blood"
... She had no thought of kissing lips ...
Birthday
... He formed her out of trouble and the mists of the sea ...
The Invisible People
... Great crowds of people stream across the ways, ...
"To Plato's dictum"
... She'll come and share in ...
The Tyrant
... And the night was a dark rose ...
"I count the days until I see you, dear,"
... But when at last I meet you, dearest heart, ...
"When day is over"
... Then my heart breaks through ...
"I'd like to spend long hours at home"
... In noisy schoolrooms, harsh and bare ...
