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Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall Poems

  • Mary Tired
    Through the starred Judean night
    She went, in travail of the Light,
    With the earliest hush she saw
    God beside her in the straw. ...
  • A Child-s Song Of Christmas
    MY counterpane is soft as silk,
    My blankets white as creamy milk.
    The hay was soft to Him, I know,
    Our little Lord of long ago. ...
  • The Sea Witch
    ENDLESSLY fell her chestnut flowers,
    Faint snow throughout the honeyed dark;
    The myrtle spread his boughs to drink
    Deep draughts of salt from the sea's brink, ...
  • Three Island Songs
    AFTER the wind in the wood,
    Peace, and the night.
    After the bond and the brood,
    Flight. ...
  • Merlin's Isle
    O, I went down to Merlin's Isle,
    And when that I had found it,
    I kneeled me down a little while
    And praised the peace that bound it. ...
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Night 32 Wind 29 Sweet 29 Love 27 I Love You 27 Young 26 Rose 26 White 26 Sea 25 Heart 24


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Faust89823700: marjorie lowry christie pickthall - 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
Jeremy_boypoet: daisy time by marjorie lowry christie pickthall marjorie lowry christie pickthall was a writer and poet born in england but lived in canada from the age of seven. she was considered to be the best canadian poet of her…
Alijanecreation: see, the grass is full of stars, fallen in their brightness; hearts they have of shining gold, rays of shining whiteness. ~ marjorie lowry christie pickthall ☀️☀️☀️
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We 're making life seem like a man-killing race,
With our nerves all on edge and our jaws firmly set
We go rushing along; with our brows lined with sweat
And our cheeks pale and drawn every minute we dash,
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We 're out for the money, the greenbacks and gold,
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