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

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