Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall (Марджори Пиктхолл)

Thoughts

I gave my thoughts a golden peach,
A silver citron tree;
They clustered dumbly out of reach
And would not sing for me.

I built my thoughts a roof of rush,
A little byre beside;
They left my music to the thrush
And flew at eveningtide.

I went my way and would not care
If they should come and go;
A thousand birds seemed up in air,
My thoughts were singing so.

1. The Hillmans Lass
2. The Tree
3. The Green Month
4. The Immortal
5. Adam and Eve

Thomas Beddoes (Томас Беддоус) Thoughts ("Sweet are the thoughts that haunt the poet’s brain")

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