Poems by Lesbia Harford
"I dare not leave the splendid town"
... And when the picture shows are closed ...
"I went down to post a letter"
... If it could. He at least rebels, remembers ...
Lawstudent And Coach
... And Bertha reads, p'rhaps the first reading girl ...
"Every night I hurry home to see"
... "There's no word at all from him today ...
"Ours was a friendship in secret, my dear"
... "Isn't it sad he was killed!" I must hear ...
"Sometimes I think the happiest of love's moments"
... When those strong souls we sought to slay recover ...
An Improver
... The square-cut low-necked darling dress she made ...
Hecate's Due
... Do you know They've dug up half the irises ...
"Somebody brought in lilac"
... Isn't it strange, belovéd of mine ...
"You may have other loves"
... Your hot and passionate ways, ...
"Do you remember still the little song"
... And you said You liked my song, although I didn't know ...
Lovers Parted
... But we'll not think, when some stray gust ...
"Ay, ay, ay, the lilies of the garden"
... These shall be her symbols, for she is high and holy, ...
A Bronte Legend
... that she had Housework and all the ironing to do, ...
"Sometimes I watch you, mark your brooding eyes"
... Your mouth's straight line details of such a sort ...
