Here you will find the Poem Appearances of poet Lesbia Harford
I hated them when I was four years old, The bright pink berries on the pepper tree. And now they seem quite beautiful to me. My tower of dreams when I was four years old Was such a tree. Its branches hid me well, Although I so disliked the berries' smell. I had my dreams when I was four years old . . . But groundling now, who once could mount in air, I judge the high-swung bright pink berries, fair.
