Poetry by Rachel A. Gold

Lovers

The Burden of the World

by Rachel A. Gold

The burden of the world cannot come near
Our bridal couch this night, my dearest love;
Long have we waited; God has given us
Great joy, and greater love, and perfect peace.
Sleep well, beloved! And if, perchance, you dream,
May all your dreams be happy ones of me,
And mine of you. My dearest heart, sleep well!

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Poetry by Rachel A Gold

Wednesday, 21-Apr-99 20:18:54 EDT