Lesbia Harford

Here you will find the Poem I dare not leave the splendid town of poet Lesbia Harford

I dare not leave the splendid town

I dare not leave the splendid town 
To go where morning meadows are, 
For somewhere here the Future's hid 
In factory, shop, or liquor bar. 
And when the picture shows are closed 
She goes to roam about the docks. 
Oh, she has wisdom on her mouth 
And blood with honey in her locks. 
I dare not read of Rosamund 
Or such sweet ladyhood in books, 
Lest dreaming on their excellence 
I should forget the Future's looks. 
And I'll walk lonely all my days 
Down city pavements without end, 
For with young love on flowery paths 
I'd have small need of her to friend. 
Yea, I would fain forget to sing, 
Like larks in city prison bound, 
In case I should not hear her voice 
Above that clatter of sweet sound.