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Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall (Марджори Пиктхолл)


In the Gardens of Shushan


BE pitiful! Her lips have touched this cool
Clear stream that sets the long green leaves astir.
The very doves that dream beside the pool
Sang their soft notes to her. 

For her these doors that claim the amorous south,
Bound in red bronze and stayed with cedar-wood.
And here the bees sought honey from her mouth,
So like a flower she stood. 

For her the globed pomegranates grew, and all
Sweet savoury fruits rose perfect from their flower.
Here has her soul known silence and the fall
Of each enchanted hour. 

Under her feet all beauty was laid low, 
In her deep eyes all beauty was made clear. 
When the king called her through the evening glow, 
'O Vashti, I am here !' 

Still the sweet wells return to me her face, 
Still her lost name on every wind is blown. 
The shadows and the silence of this place 
Are hers alone.



Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall's other poems:
  1. The Hillmans Lass
  2. The Green Month
  3. Wanderlied
  4. The Immortal
  5. Pieter Marinus


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