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