Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

Here you will find the Poem Armorel of poet Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

Armorel

WHEN within the rippling tide
Shakes the silver-pointed moon,
When the rainbow flies of noon
All have died,
When the bats go wheeling far,
And the mournful owl has cried
Twice or thrice a-down the glen
Gray with gathering shade, and when
Gates o' dream are held ajar,?
From the alders in the dell,
From the bracken fronds astir,
Elfin voices call to her,?
'Armorel !' 

She shall glide the garden down, 
Treading softly, treading slow, 
And with silent feet shall go 
Past the Mary-lilies white, 
Past the pansies, gold and brown, 
Grown for her delight.

One white moth her guide shall be,
She shall follow where he flies,
Patiently, with dream-lit eyes;
Past the thyme and savoury,
Past the mystic asphodel,
For the voices in her ear
Call her softly, call her clear,?
'Armorel !' 

Into valleys strange and dim,
All unseen and all unknown,
Fleetly shall she follow him,
Fairy-led, alone.
She shall hear within the brake
Elfin crickets pipe and sing,
While the elfin spiders make
Sendal for her furnishing,
Red as pimpernel.
She shall see the dreams go by,
Silver-pinioned, through the sky;
Where she wanders none may tell,
But the voices come and go,
Calling sweetly, calling low,
'Armorel !'