Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO ALCITHOE, by MARJORIE LOWRY CHRISTIE PICKTHALL


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TO ALCITHOE, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: In your dim greece of old, alcithoe
Last Line: The last, still, exquisite vision of your sleep.
Subject(s): Death; Women; Dead, The


IN your dim Greece of old, Alcithoë,
Death like a lover sought and crowned you young,
Between the olive orchards and the sea.

When they had twined your myrtle-buds, and hung
The stately cypress at your door, they said,
"Alcithoë is dead,
Before whose feet the flaming crocus sprung,
For whom the red rose opened ere the prime;
Those the gods love are taken before their time."­



Ah! why did no one, watching you alone,
Snare your dead beauty in undying stone ?
The gold hair bound beneath its golden band,
The milk-white poppies closed within your hand;
That the harsh world a little space might keep
The last, still, exquisite vision of your sleep.








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