Poem by Lesbia Harford

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Though I had lost my love,
The hills could calm me.
Deep in a woodland grove
No loss could harm me.
But when I came to town,
And saw around me
Lovers pass up and down —
Then sorrow crowned me.

1. A bunch of lilac and a storm of hail
2. How funny it would be if dreamy I
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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