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Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall (Марджори Пиктхолл)


To Timarion


HAD I the thrush's throat, I could not sing you
Songs sweeter than his own. And I'm too poor
To lay the gifts that other lovers bring you
Low at your silver door.

Such as I have, I give. See, for your taking
Tired hands are here, and feet grown dark with dust.
Here's a lost hope, and here a heart whose aching
Grows greater than its trust.

Sleep on, you will not hear me. But to-morrow
You will remember in your fragrant ways,
Finding the voice of twilight and my sorrow
Lovelier than all men's praise. 



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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