Here you will find the Poem The Houses Setting of poet Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
HERE is no hedge of yewe to hold in griefe, No cypresse nor long willow for despaire. But the young birch displayes his cheerfulle leaf In tracerie most faire. Where the sunne falls at morn stand poplars seven Where freely I of all sweete joyes may borrowe, An elm that lifts his prayerfulle arms to Heaven, And three tall pines for sorrowe.
