I think each year should bring
Little fresh songs
Like flowers in spring.
That they might deck the hours
For a brief while
And die like flowers.
Flower-like content to be
Sharers in man's
Mortality.
More verses by Lesbia Harford
- White Sunshine
- She Has All Ireland In Her Blood
- To Look Across At Moira Gives Me Pleasure
- Pink Eucalyptus Flowers
- Sometimes I Watch You, Mark Your Brooding Eyes