Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)

Summer Lightning

Just now, as warm day faded from our sight
Hosts of archangels, fleet
On lighting-winged feet
Passed by, all glimmering in the busy night

Sweet angels, bringing no blinding truth to birth
Give us no messages
From heavenly palaces;
Leave us our dark trees and our starlight earth.

1. White Sunshine
2. Suburban Dames
3. You, whom the grave cannot bind
4. A bunch of lilac and a storm of hail
5. How funny it would be if dreamy I

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