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Poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall


Duna


WHEN I was a little lad
With folly on my lips,
Fain was I for journeying
All the seas in ships.
But now across the southern swell,
Every dawn I hear
The little streams of Duna
Running clear.

When I was a young man,
Before my beard was gray,
All to ships and sailormen
I gave my heart away.
But I'm weary of the sea-wind,
I'm weary of the foam,
And the little stars of Duna
Call me home.



Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall


Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall's other poems:
  1. The Green Month
  2. Bartimeus Grown Old
  3. To Timarion
  4. Sheep
  5. The Lovers of Marchaid


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