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قراءة كتاب In the Great Steep's Garden
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Poems by Elizabeth Madox Roberts
Pictures by Kenneth Hartley
The Hill People.
Their steps are light and exceedingly fleet:
They pass me by in the hurrying street.
They pass me by in the hurrying street.
I pause to look at a window’s show—
From the white-flecked alp the hill winds blow—
From the white-flecked alp the hill winds blow—
And all at once it has passed me there,
Lilting back to the land of the air,
Lilting back to the land of the air,
Back to the land of the great white stills:
Is it only the wind that comes down from the hills?
Is it only the wind that comes down from the hills?
———
Was it Pikes Peak Pixie or Cheyenne Shee
That whispered a gay little rhyme to me?
That whispered a gay little rhyme to me?
Or a gnome that lives in the heart of a stone
And dances at dawn around Cameron’s Cone?
And dances at dawn around Cameron’s Cone?
Did the haunting laugh of the Maid of the Corn,
An Aztec memory trill on the morn?
An Aztec memory trill on the morn?
Or soft did the Navajo Shell-Woman speak
As she passed with a hymn for the great white peak?
As she passed with a hymn for the great white peak?
———
They touch me light with their finger tips
And lay little snatches of song on my lips,
And lay little snatches of song on my lips,
And swift I am gone where the hill-streams flow,
Where the pit-lark soars and the gentians blow.
Where the pit-lark soars and the gentians blow.
The tapers of blossoms flame under the tree
And the pilgrim road unfolds for me,
And the pilgrim road unfolds for me,
Lifting away where the hill-folk keep
The gardens and cloisters and shrines of the Steep.
The gardens and cloisters and shrines of the Steep.
———
In charmed ways my feet are set:
By what fair host is the palmer met
By what fair host is the palmer met
And borne away to the great white stills?
Is it only the wind that comes down from the hills?
Is it only the wind that comes down from the hills?
Columbine in the Hills.
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