Lesbia Harford

Here you will find the Poem Closing Time: Public Library of poet Lesbia Harford

Closing Time: Public Library

At ten o'clock the great gong sounds its dread 
Prelude to splendour. I push back my chair, 
And all the people leave their books. We flock, 
Still acquiescent, down the marble stair 
Into the dark where we can't read. And thought 
Swoops down insatiate through the starry air.