My lovely pixie, my good companion,
You do not love me, bed-mate of mine,
Save as a child loves,
Careless of loving,
Rather preferring raspberry wine.
How can you help it? You were abandoned.
Your mother left you. Your father died.
All your young years of
Pain and desertion
Are not forgotten, here at my side.
More verses by Lesbia Harford
- A Lady And I Were Walking
- Ay, Ay, Ay, The Lilies Of The Garden
- A Sophistical Argument
- Buddha In The Workroom
- The Sisters
