English Poetry. Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall. The Chosen. Марджори Пиктхолл.

Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall (Марджори Пиктхолл)

The Chosen

CALLED to a way too high for me, I lean
Out from my narrow window o'er the street,
and know the fields I cannot see are green,
And guess the songs I cannot hear are sweet.

Break up the vision round me, Lord, and thrust
Me from Thy side, unhoused without the bars,
For all my heart is hungry for the dust
And all my soul is weary of the stars.

I would seek out a little roof instead,
A little lamp to make my darkness brave.
'For though she heal a multitude,' Love said,
'Herself she cannot save.'

Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall’s other poems:

1. In the Gardens of Shushan
2. The Immortal
3. Bartimeus Grown Old
4. Swallows
5. Wanderlied

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Chosen (“A woman for whom great gods might strive!”)

Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Chosen (“They stood before the Angel at the gate”)

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