Here you will find the Poem Serenade of poet Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
DARK is the iris meadow, Dark is the ivory tower, And lightly the young moth's shadow Sleeps on the passion-flower. Gone are our day's red roses. So lovely and lost and few, But the first star uncloses A silver bud in the blue. Night, and a flame in the embers Where the seal of the years was set,? When the almond-bough remembers How shall my heart forget ?
