From A Lost Anthology (Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall Poems)
IN A STRANGE LAND.By an unnamed river-anchorage have we raised a shrine to Apollo. If these strange winds cool the ...
IN A STRANGE LAND.By an unnamed river-anchorage have we raised a shrine to Apollo. If these strange winds cool the ...
I've seen the Hudson RiverAnd the Schulkill wandering bySo turgidly, foreverBeneath a northern sky.I've seen the MississippiThat rolls with gathering ...
In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods,Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp ...
We took it to the woods, we two, The book well worn and brown,To read his words where stirring leaves Rained their ...
OUT of the cloud that dimmed his sunset light,Into the unknown firmament withdrawnBeyond the mists and shadows of the night,We ...
On being asked, Whence is the flower? In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in ...
Whose are the little beds, I asked Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others smiled -- ...
Let Dew, house of Dew rejoice with Xanthenes a precious stone of an amber colour. Let Round, house of Round ...
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