Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

(14 September 1883 – 19 April 1922 / Gunnersbury, London)

Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall Poems

1. Riding 4/20/2010
2. To Timarion 4/20/2010
3. Vision 1/3/2003
4. Stars 1/3/2003
5. The Bridegroom Of Cana 4/20/2010
6. Kwannon 1/3/2003
7. The Sailor's Grave At Clo-Oose, V.I. 1/3/2003
8. Swallows 4/20/2010
9. Merlin's Isle 4/20/2010
10. When I Was A Tall Lad 4/20/2010
11. Wanderlied 4/20/2010
12. Sleep 4/20/2010
13. Singing Children 4/20/2010
14. Jasper’s Song 4/20/2010
15. Mons Angelorum 4/20/2010
16. The Woodsman In The Foundry 4/20/2010
17. On Lac Sainte Ireneé 4/20/2010
18. When It Is Finished 4/20/2010
19. The Chosen 4/20/2010
20. The Coloured Hours 4/20/2010
21. The Hearer 4/20/2010
22. The Wife 1/3/2003
23. The Fortune Seeker 4/20/2010
24. Pieter Marinus 4/20/2010
25. Jennifer’s Lad 4/20/2010
26. Thoughts 1/3/2003
27. A Mother In Egypt 4/20/2010
28. The Tree 4/20/2010
29. O Silver Rose 4/20/2010
30. The Gardener's Boy 4/20/2010
31. Deus Misereatur 4/20/2010
32. A Child’s Song Of Christmas 4/20/2010
33. Père Lalemant 4/20/2010
34. Miranda’s Tomb 4/20/2010
35. Song 1/3/2003
36. The Hillman’s Lass 4/20/2010
37. The Little Fauns To Proserpine 4/20/2010
38. Quiet 4/20/2010
39. The Little Sister Of The Prophet 4/20/2010
40. Dream River 4/20/2010
Best Poem of Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

Marching Men

Under the level winter sky
I saw a thousand Christs go by.
They sang an idle song and free
As they went up to calvary.

Careless of eye and coarse of lip,
They marched in holiest fellowship.
That heaven might heal the world, they gave
Their earth-born dreams to deck the grave.

With souls unpurged and steadfast breath
They supped the sacrament of death.
And for each one, far off, apart,
Seven swords have rent a woman's heart.

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Daisy Time

See, the grass is full of stars,
Fallen in their brightness;
Hearts they have of shining gold,
Rays of shining whiteness.

Buttercups have honeyed hearts,
Bees they love the clover,
But I love the daisies' dance
All the meadow over.

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