Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)

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A bunch of lilac and a storm of hail
On the same afternoon! Indeed I know
Here in the South it always happens so,
That lilac is companioned by the gale.
I took some hailstones from the window sill
And swallowed them in a communion feast.
Their transitory joy is mine at least,
The lilac's loveliness escapes me still.
Mine are the storms of spring, but not the sweets.

1. I can't feel the sunshine
2. I love to see
3. You, whom the grave cannot bind
4. Closing Time: Public Library
5. He had served eighty masters. They'd have said

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