Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

Here you will find the Poem Duna of poet 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.