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Poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall


The Immortal


BEAUTY is still immortal in our eyes;
When sways no more the spirit-haunted reed,
When the wild grape shall build
No more her canopies,
When blows no more the moon-gray thistle seed,
When the last bell has lulled the white flocks home,
When the last eve has stilled
The wandering wing and touched the dying foam,
When the last moon burns low, and, spark by spark,
The little worlds die out along the dark,? 

Beauty that rosed the moth-wing, touched the land
With clover-horns and delicate faint flowers,
Beauty that bade the showers
Beat on the violet's face,
Shall hold the eternal heavens within their place
And hear new stars come singing from God's hand.



Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall


Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall's other poems:
  1. The Lamp of Poor Souls
  2. Swallows
  3. Pieter Marinus
  4. The Lovers of Marchaid
  5. Kwannon


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