Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)

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I dreamt last night
That spring had come.
Across green fields I saw a blur
Of crimson-blossomed plum.
I've never known
So fair a thing.
And yet I wish it were a dream
Of some forgotten spring.
Today the sun
Our workroom blest
And there was hard young wattle pinned
On our forewoman's breast.

1. He had served eighty masters. They'd have said
2. Closing Time: Public Library
3. Do you remember still the little song
4. All through the day at my machine
5. You, whom the grave cannot bind

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