Poem by Lesbia Harford

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Dearest, dearest,
Bother the slow hours
That hold and keep me
From the leafy bowers
You make more lovely than a storm of flowers.
Dearest, dearest,
If they let me go
I'd hasten to you
Where the waters flow
In among the shadows and the dreams we know.

1. White Sunshine
2. Suburban Dames
3. A lady and I were walking
4. You, whom the grave cannot bind
5. How funny it would be if dreamy I

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