Lesbia Harford

Here you will find the Poem He has picked grapes in the sun. of poet Lesbia Harford

He has picked grapes in the sun.

He has picked grapes in the sun. Oh it seems 
Like a fairy tale, 
Like a tale of dreams. 
'He in his slender youth, with vines, with sun, 
Under a blazing sky'? 
The tale might run. 
There's beauty for eye and mind, for sight and thought, 
Here on the surface. 
Plunge. This beauty's nought. 
Vision succeeds to dream. Deep in his heart 
Fierier beauty lives 
Than this surface art. 
He has no song to sing of fragrant soil 
Who in his heart revolts 
At unlovely toil. 
He has known the real, the truth of it. It seems 
Misery eats the heart 
Out of fairest dreams. 
He in his slender youth, at strife, in vain 
Offers his life to set 
The world right again.