Here you will find the Poem The Fortune Seeker of poet Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
HOLLYHOCKS slant in the wind, Gallantly blowing, Crinkled and purfled and lined, Thank God for their growing. Their burden is only of bees, Banded and brown, But she, O, she's The worth of my world on her head for a crown. How can she step it so freely, so lightly, Her head like a star on a stem showing whitely, Mow can she carry her Wealth with that innocent air? I'm going to marry her, marry her, marry her, Just for the wealth of her hair. Larkspurs as deep as a pool, Lilies like ladies, Silvered and silked where the cool Elder tree shade is, These are the queens of the sun, Splendid and sweet, But she, my one Flower's without price from her head to her feet. How can she go by the lanes and the ditches, Her little proud head unbowed by its riches? How can she carry her Fortune so light in the air? I'm going to marry her, marry her, marry her, Just for the gold of her hair.
