Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LYNTON VERSES: 5, by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN Poet's Biography First Line: Sweet breeze that sett'st the summer birds a-swaying Last Line: O lambs, o primroses, o floods! Alternate Author Name(s): Brown, T. E. Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
Sweet breeze that sett'st the summer buds a swaying, Dear lambs amid the primrose meadows playing, Let me not think! O floods, upon whose brink The merry birds are maying, Dream, softly dream! O blessed mother, lead me Unsevered from thy girdle -- lead me! feed me! I have no will but thine; I need not but the juice Of elemental wine -- Perish remoter use Of strength reserved for conflict yet to come! Let me be dumb, As long as I may feel thy hand -- This, this is all -- do ye not understand How the great Mother mixes all our bloods? O breeze! O swaying buds! O lambs, O primroses, O floods! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS IN THE 25TH YEAR OF MY MOTHER'S DEATH by JUDY JORDAN THE PAIDLIN' WEAN by ALEXANDER ANDERSON BLASTING FROM HEAVEN by PHILIP LEVINE A SERMON AT CLEVEDON; GOOD FRIDAY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |
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