Poem by Lesbia Harford

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Dearest, dearest,
Bother the slow hours
That hold and keep me
From the leafy bowers
You make more lovely than a storm of flowers.
Dearest, dearest,
If they let me go
I'd hasten to you
Where the waters flow
In among the shadows and the dreams we know.

1. My heart is a pomegranate full of sweet fancies
2. Suburban Dames
3. A lady and I were walking
4. Why does she put me to many indignities
5. How funny it would be if dreamy I

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