Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

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


Poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

I have not walked on common ground,
Nor drunk of earthly streams;
A shining figure, mailed and crowned,
Moves softly through my dreams.

He makes the air so keen and strange,
The stars so fiercely bright;
The rocks of time, the tides of change,
Are nothing in his sight.

Death lays no shadow on his smile;
Life is a race fore-run;
Look in his face a little while,
And life and death are one.

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  • Shaun CronickShaun Cronick (6/5/2020 2:53:00 PM)

    Yet another beautifully written poem so ethereally presented from the poetess's imagination.
    One to cherish and reread.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003