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. Summer Lightning
2. Machinist Talking
3. Do you remember still the little song
4. Child Sun
5. A Bronte Legend

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