Poem by Lesbia Harford

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A bunch of lilac and a storm of hail
On the same afternoon! Indeed I know
Here in the South it always happens so,
That lilac is companioned by the gale.
I took some hailstones from the window sill
And swallowed them in a communion feast.
Their transitory joy is mine at least,
The lilac's loveliness escapes me still.
Mine are the storms of spring, but not the sweets.

1. Summer Lightning
2. Machinist Talking
3. Do you remember still the little song
4. Child Sun
5. Pink eucalyptus flowers

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