Author Louise Strong Hammond Lacking you, Town has no folk. Has it no folk? None like my lord, Handsome and true. While you chase, No one can drink. Can no one drink? None, O my lord, With equal grace. You away, No one can ride. Can no one ride? None like my lord, Valiant and gay. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments