Here you will find the Poem O man, O woman, grievest so? of poet Lesbia Harford
O man, O woman, grievest so? Art shut away from all delight, And must thou leave this garden plot? O Eve, O Adam, question not. The God is kind who would be cruel. He does not know the hearts he made. Turn unreluctant to the shade, To bitterest struggle, darkest night; man, O woman, happier so.
