I dreamt last night
That spring had come.
Across green fields I saw a blur
Of crimson-blossomed plum.
I've never known
So fair a thing.
And yet I wish it were a dream
Of some forgotten spring.
Today the sun
Our workroom blest
And there was hard young wattle pinned
On our forewoman's breast.
More verses by Lesbia Harford
- He Looks In My Heart And The Image There
- Lie-A-Bed
- Closing Time: Public Library
- Work-Girls' Holiday
- If I Had Six White Horses