Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
Gunnersbury, London
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The Sea Witch

Rating: 2.7

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,
And like a moon-dial swung her tower's
Straight shadow o'er her warded park.

From her calm coasts the galleons fled,
The fisher steered him further west,
No port was hailed, no keel came home

Across that pale, enchanted foam,
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