<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454906" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Timarion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HAD I the thrush's throat, I could not sing you<br>Songs sweeter than his own. And I'm too poor<br>To lay the gifts that other lovers bring you<br>Low at your silver door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such as I have, I give. See, for your taking<br>Tired hands are here, and feet grown dark with dust.<br>Here's a lost hope, and here a heart whose aching<br>Grows greater than its trust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sleep on, you will not hear me. But to-morrow<br>You will remember in your fragrant ways,<br>Finding the voice of twilight and my sorrow<br>Lovelier than all men's praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Marjorie+Lowry+Christie+Pickthall">Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454906" data-title="To Timarion de Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall" data-description="HAD I the thrush's throat, I could not sing you Songs sweeter than his own. And I'm too poor To lay the gifts that other lovers bring you Low at your silver door. Such as I have, I give. See, for your taking Tired hands are here, and feet grown d..."></div> </div> </div>

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