Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)

Mary's Burden

My Baby, my Burden,
Tomorrow the morn
I shall go lighter
And you will be born.

I shall go lighter,
But heavier too
For seeing the burden
That falls upon you.

The burden of love,
The burden of pain,
I'll see you bear both
Among men once again.

Tomorrow you'll bear it
Your burden alone,
Tonight you've no burden
That is not my own

My Baby, my Burden,
Tomorrow the morn
I shall go lighter
And you will be born.

1. When You Say
2. Sonnets. 1. Man Cannot Be a Sophist to His Heart
3. Spring-Dawn
4. Sonnet (About the house go terrible winds in flight)
5. Sonnets. 5. When all is said, we can but turn our eyes

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