A Thresher of Wheat to the Winds

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Wilfrid Thorley, Fleurs de Lys: A Book of French Poetry Freely Translated into English Verse. Boston and New York: Houghton Mifflin, 1920. 77. Internet Archive.

1To you light troupe that ryde
2On movynge wings and glyde
3    Above the world and slake it,
4And with your murmur soft
5Move the green shade and oft
6    With gentle tremors shake it --
7For you I violets cull,
8And flowers beautiful.
9    These roses and these lilies, --
10These roses all soe red
11And newly openéd,
12    These pinks and daffodillies.
13Nowe with your gentle breath
14Breathe on the plaine beneath.
15    And lightly fan this meadowe,
16Whyle I doe sweat and straine
17At threshynge of my graine,
18    And noon is without shadowe.
RPO poem Editors: 
Ian Lancashire
Data entry: Sharine Leung
RPO Edition: 
2012
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