Poem by Lesbia Harford

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You, whom the grave cannot bind,
Shall a song hold you?
Still you escape from the mesh
Spun to enfold you.
Your woven texture of flesh
Short time confined you.
Sib to the sun and the wind,
Shall a song bind you?

1. White Sunshine
2. Suburban Dames
3. How funny it would be if dreamy I
4. A bunch of lilac and a storm of hail
5. I went down to post a letter

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