Poem by Lesbia Harford

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. How funny it would be if dreamy I
2. O little year, cram full of duty
3. Machinist Talking
4. Each morning I pass on my way to work
5. Closing Time: Public Library

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