Here you will find thePoemLynton Versesof poet Thomas Edward Brown
Sweet breeze that sett'st the summer birds 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 shine; 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!
