Poem by Lesbia Harford

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He has a fairy wife.
He does not know her.
She is the heart of the storm,
Of the clouds that lower.
And as the clouds are torn
Into rain and thunder,
She in her brightness tears
His heart asunder.

1. How funny it would be if dreamy I
2. A bunch of lilac and a storm of hail
3. Emmie, Emmie Adams
4. Why does she put me to many indignities
5. O little year, cram full of duty

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