Lesbia Harford

Here you will find the Poem Day's End of poet Lesbia Harford

Day's End

Little girls, 
You are gay, 
Little factory girls, 
At the end of your day. 
There you stand, 
Huddled close, 
On the back of a tram, 
Having taken your dose. 
And you go 
Through the gray 
And the gold of the streets 
At the close of the day, 
Blind as moles. 
You are crude, 
You are sweet, little girls, 
And amazingly rude, 
But so fine 
To be gay. 
Gentle people are dull 
At the end of the day.