Lesbia Harford

Here you will find the Poem Ay, ay, ay, the lilies of the garden of poet Lesbia Harford

Ay, ay, ay, the lilies of the garden

Ay, ay, ay, the lilies of the garden 
With red threads binding them and stars about, 
These shall be her symbols, for she is high and holy, 
Holy in her maidenhood and very full of doubt. 
Ay, ay, ay, for she is very girlish 
Fearful her heart's lilies should be stained by sin. 
Yet will I bind them with rosy threads of passion. 
Surely human passion has a right to enter in.