I cannot be tricked out in lovely clothes
All times, all days.
My mind has moods of hating pearl and rose
And jewel-blaze.
Nor is the body worthily attired
Unless the soul
Has visibly to nobleness aspired
And self-control.
(Lesbia Harford)
More Poetry from Lesbia Harford:
Lesbia Harford Poems based on Topics: Soul, Body, Self-control- "We climbed that hill" (Lesbia Harford Poems)
- In The Public Library (Lesbia Harford Poems)
- "Do you remember still the little song" (Lesbia Harford Poems)
- Adventurers (Lesbia Harford Poems)
- A Parlourmaid (Lesbia Harford Poems)
- Lawstudent And Coach (Lesbia Harford Poems)