Thank you for publishing poems of Elizabeth Daryush. I found one of her poems by chance in our copy of The Oxford Book of CHRISTIAN VERSE. The title of the poem is 'How on solemn fields of space...'
It's a fine poem, once I scramble the words around to see them from the beginning. I think the scrambling helps get the meaning of the poem. Atter the scrambling, though, I replace them to where I found them. Undisturbed, I hope.
Best regards, Maggie Hurll
Here the scanted daisy glows Glorious as the carmined rose; Here the hill-top's verdure mean Fair is with unfading green; Here, where sorrow still must tread, All her graves are garlanded.
And still, O glad passer-by Of the fields of agony,