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Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall (Марджори Пиктхолл)


The Hillmans Lass


OVER the field where the grass is cool, 
(Follow the road who must !) 
With a song for the beech and the brown pool, 
And the noiseless tread in the dust, 
With a laugh for the lazy hours that go, 
And the folk who pass us by. 
(The trees they grow so broad, so low, 
They shut me from the sky.) 

Here be strawberries wild and sweet, 
(Follow the road who may !) 
And here's a rest for a bairn's feet 
And a kiss at the close o' day. 
And here's a cloud from the shining sea 
Like a white moth in the night. 
(On the edge o' the barley field, may be 
The stars would show more bright.) 

Cut me a flute where the reeds are brown.
(Follow the road who will !)
O, I'll dress you fair in a green gown
And a cloak that is finer still.
Your sleeves shall be o' the fairies' lawn,
Your shoon as red as the rose.
(Do you think that the wind which wakes at dawn
Will bring us a breath o' the snows ?) 

O, the world's wide, and the world is long. 
(Follow the road who may !) 
And here's a lilt of the wild song 
The Romany pipers play. 
And 'Mine,' it sings, 'is the moon's shield, 
And the cloak o' the cloud is mine.' 
(Do you think that the lowland clover field 
Is sweet as the upland pine ?)



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


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