Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, LYNTON VERSES: 5, by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN

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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!

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