Lesbia Harford

Here you will find the Poem A lady and I were walking of poet Lesbia Harford

A lady and I were walking

A lady and I were walking 
Where waters flow; 
A lady and I were talking 
Softly and slow. 
This is what you were saying, 
Lady of mine, 
'I will be sad without him, 
Yea, I will pine. 
But he would never leave me 
If he were free. 
That's what my love in prison 
Whispered to me.'