Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)

Closing Time: Public Library

At ten o'clock the great gong sounds its dread
Prelude to splendour. I push back my chair,
And all the people leave their books. We flock,
Still acquiescent, down the marble stair
Into the dark where we can't read. And thought
Swoops down insatiate through the starry air.

1. The Folk I Love
2. How funny it would be if dreamy I
3. White Sunshine
4. Emmie, Emmie Adams
5. Fatherless

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