Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall (Марджори Пиктхолл)

Riding

IF I should live again,
O God, let me be young,
Quick of sinew and vein
With the honeycomb on my tongue,
All in a moment flung
With the dawn on a flowing plain,
Riding, riding, riding, riding
Between the sun and the rain.

If I, having been, must be,
O God, let it be so,
Swift and supple and free
With a long journey to go,
And the clink of the curb and the blow
Of hooves, and the wind at my knee,
Riding, riding, riding, riding
Between the hills and the sea. 

1. Sheep
2. Duna
3. The Sea Witch
4. The Hillmans Lass
5. Swallows

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