Here you will find the Poem The Tree of poet Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
IN the dim woods, one tree Was by the cunning seasons builded fair With the rain's masonry And delicate craft of air. Unknown of anyone, She was the wind's green daughter. Her the dove Made, between leaf and sun, His murmuring house of love. Quiet as a seemly thought Her infinite strength of shade she stretched around. Peace like a spell she wrought On that encloséd ground. Bred of such lowly stuff,? Blown mast, a sheltering day, a tender night,? Now stars seem kin enough To company her height. She knows not whence she grew. So in my heart, from some forgotten seed, The lovely thought of you Towered to the lovelier need.
