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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,
Upon this foolish soul, who hath lost its way,
So, please, ye of gentle burdens,
Delightful in thy courting,
Direct me the path, which thou hast shown.
- by Mutandanstan |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/31/2008 |
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Comments (7 Comments)
- Mutandanstan - 06/13/2009
- yeps xD and the funny thing is that I wrote this in like a couple of seconds while being angry at this one girl for misusing 'thy' 'thou' 'thee' xD
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- WereSquishy - 06/13/2009
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You threw words up on paper?
Such lovely vomit...?
LOlz mi cornyness. - Report As Spam
- Mutandanstan - 05/10/2009
- Thank you^^
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- Quesadilya - 05/10/2009
- This is one of the best poems I've read on here :3 5/5 Very beautiful ~
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- MonsterFlash - 03/31/2009
- for throwing words up on paper this is pretty good
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- Victoria Wirington - 03/29/2009
- I agree with dawnofthelight, it does sound very passionate, were you thinking about someone when you wrote it?
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- Laimickel - 02/22/2009
- Aw! so adorible!
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