Poems by Lesbia Harford
"Those must be masts of ships the gazer sees"
... There's nothing here to please the seeing eyes, ...
Learning Geography
... They dream of a minute, no longer, ...
Martha
... Their splendid selves, the victories they've won, ...
The Moonlit Room
... Praise first is giv'n to sunshine and to rooms ...
After Rain
... To walk with God 'neath the wet trees out there ...
"You want a lily"
... Burned red As love and death and fierce futurity ...
Fatherless
... What things a girl should do ...
"O little plum tree in the garden, you're"
... O little tree, you have the power to find ...
Machinist Talking
... But will not have her soft limbs cased in stays ...
"A bunch of lilac and a storm of hail"
... Mine are the storms of spring, but not the sweets ...
"I have two wings"
... All white and gold are ye ...
Revolution
... From blackness into blackness ...
"Most people have a way of making friends"
... Blind Fate may choose my times for me, but not, ...
The Immigrant
... We asked her the reason ...
A Strike Rhyme
... Though I had Rather never use ...
