Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

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

Exile - Poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

I chose the place where I would rest
When death should come to claim me,
With the red-rose roots to wrap my breast
And a quiet stone to name me.

But I am laid on a northern steep
With the roaring tides below me,
And only the frosts to bind my sleep,
And only the winds to know me.


Comments about Exile by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

  • Fabrizio Frosini (11/9/2015 11:53:00 AM)


    ''And only the frosts to bind my sleep,
    And only the winds to know me.''

    romanticism is the key.. but with poignant and keen verse
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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