Poem by Lesbia Harford

The Melbourne Cup

I like the riders
Clad in rose and blue;
Their colours glitter
And their horses too.
Swift go the riders
On incarnate speed.
My thought can scarcely
Follow where they lead.
Delicate, strong, long
Lines of colour flow,
And all the people
Tremble as they go.

1. White Sunshine
2. Suburban Dames
3. How funny it would be if dreamy I
4. I went down to post a letter
5. Fatherless

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