Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall - Exile

Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall - Exile

I chose the place where I would rest br When death should come to claim me, br With the red-rose roots to wrap my breast br And a quiet stone to name me. br br But I am laid on a northern steep br With the roaring tides below me, br And only the frosts to bind my sleep, br And only the winds to know me.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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