Here you will find the Poem I went down to post a letter of poet Lesbia Harford
I went down to post a letter Through the garden, through the garden. All the lovely stars were shining As I went. They were free as I, unhappy Only he to whom the letter Must be sent. Even stars forget the prisons, Stars and clouds and moonlit waters, I believe the wind would shun them If it could. He at least rebels, remembers Dawn breaks eastward, where the prisons Erstwhile stood.
