Poem by Lesbia Harford

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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. White Sunshine
2. Suburban Dames
3. How funny it would be if dreamy I
4. Fatherless
5. You, whom the grave cannot bind

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