Poem by Lesbia Harford

* * *

A lady and I were walking
Where waters flow;
A lady and I were talking
Softly and slow.
This is what you were saying,
Lady of mine,
"I will be sad without him,
Yea, I will pine.
But he would never leave me
If he were free.
That's what my love in prison
Whispered to me."

1. Summer Lightning
2. Do you remember still the little song
3. Machinist Talking
4. Child Sun
5. Pink eucalyptus flowers

Print

1133 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version