Poem by Lesbia Harford

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You may have other loves,
Red mouths to kiss.
Why should you lose
That loveliness for this?
No loveliness of mine
That comes and goes
Wild-fuchsia-like,
Need blind you to the rose.
So I, who bless
Your hot and passionate ways,
Still need the starry loves
Of virgin days.

1. I can't feel the sunshine
2. You, whom the grave cannot bind
3. He had served eighty masters. They'd have said
4. I have golden shoes
5. O little year, cram full of duty

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