Poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

Bartimeus Grown Old

YEA, I am he that dwelt beside this tomb.
I was a child. God smote me from the sun.
A little while, I had forgot to run
Under the rain-sweet roof of almond bloom.
I had forgotten summer, and the flaw
Ruffling the gray sea and the yellowed grain.
Now I am old and I forget again,
But a man came and touched me, and I saw.

Long years he dowered me with imperial day,
Bright-blossomed night and all the stars in trust.
Now I am blind again, and by the way
Wait still to catch his footsteps in the dust.
Surely he comes??and he will hear my cry,
Though he were stricken and dim and old as I.

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

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