Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)

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I can't feel the sunshine
Or see the stars aright
For thinking of her beauty
And her kisses bright.
She would let me kiss her
Once and not again.
Deeming soul essential,
Sense doth she disdain.
If I should once kiss her,
I would never rest
Till I had lain hour long
Pillowed on her breast.
Lying so, I'd tell her
Many a secret thing
God has whispered to me
When my soul took wing.
Would that I were Sappho,
Greece my land, not this!
There the noblest women,
When they loved, would kiss.

1. How funny it would be if dreamy I
2. A bunch of lilac and a storm of hail
3. O little year, cram full of duty
4. Machinist Talking
5. Each morning I pass on my way to work

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