Mickel Wright

Gentle Burdens

How delightful, ye of gentle burdens,
Come floating round mine head,
Thy gentle touch hath sweetened,
My soft lullaby, that to thee I hath made,
A wondrous vision of white filled fury,
Of dancing in the moonlit night,
With passion and glory,
But oh, to thee, mine sweet rose,
I do raise mine pleas of mercy,

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