Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)

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. Suburban Dames
2. White Sunshine
3. Each morning I pass on my way to work
4. You, whom the grave cannot bind
5. How funny it would be if dreamy I

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