Lesbia Harford

In This Little School

In this little school
Life goes so sweetly,
Day on azure day
Is lost completely.
No one thinks too much,
Or worries greatly.
In a pleasant shade
We dream sedately.
There’s no struggle here
Or conflict showing;
Only the sweet pain
Of young limbs growing.
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