Here you will find the Poem Mirandas Tomb of poet Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
MIRANDA? She died soon, and sick for home. And dark Ilario the Milanese Carved her in garments 'scutcheoned to the knees, Holding one orchard-spray as fresh as foam. One heart broke, many grieved. Ilario said: 'The summer is gone after her. Who knows If any season shall renew his rose? But this rose lives till Beauty's self be dead.' So wrought he, days and years, and half aware Of a small, striving, sorrowing quick thing, Wrapped in a furred sea-cloak, and deft to bring Tools to his hand or light to the dull air. Ghost, spirit, flame, he knew not,?could but tell It had loved her, and its name was Ariel.
