Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect. Barnes William
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Название: Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect

Автор: Barnes William

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      * "To bring woone gwaïn,"—to bring one going;

      to bring one on his way.

      EVENÈN TWILIGHT.

      Ah! they vew zummers brought us round

      The happiest days that we've a-vound,

      When in the orcha'd, that did stratch

      To westward out avore the patch

      Ov high-bough'd wood, an' shelve to catch

      The western zun-light, we did meet

      Wi' merry tongues an' skippèn veet

      At evenèn in the twilight.

      The evenèn aïr did fan, in turn,

      The cheäks the midday zun did burn.

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      An' zet the russlèn leaves at plaÿ,

      An' meäke the red-stemm'd brembles sway

      In bows below the snow-white maÿ;

      An' whirlèn roun' the trees, did sheäke

      Jeäne's raven curls about her neck,

      They evenèns in the twilight.

      An' there the yollow light did rest

      Upon the bank towárd the west,

      An' twitt'rèn birds did hop in drough

      The hedge, an' many a skippèn shoe

      Did beät the flowers, wet wi' dew,

      As underneäth the tree's wide limb

      Our merry sheäpes did jumpy, dim,

      They evenèns in the twilight.

      How sweet's the evenèn dusk to rove

      Along wi' woone that we do love!

      When light enough is in the sky

      To sheäde the smile an' light the eye

      'Tis all but heaven to be by;

      An' bid, in whispers soft an' light

      'S the ruslèn ov a leaf, "Good night,"

      At evenèn in the twilight.

      An' happy be the young an' strong,

      That can but work the whole day long

      So merry as the birds in spring;

      An' have noo ho vor any thing

      Another day mid teäke or bring;

      But meet, when all their work's a-done,

      In orcha'd vor their bit o' fun

      At evenèn in the twilight.

      EVENÈN IN THE VILLAGE.

      Now the light o' the west is a-turn'd to gloom,

      An' the men be at hwome vrom ground;

      An' the bells be a-zendèn all down the Coombe

      From tower, their mwoansome sound.

      An' the wind is still,

      An' the house-dogs do bark,

      An' the rooks be a-vled to the elems high an' dark,

      An' the water do roar at mill.

      An' the flickerèn light drough the window-peäne

      Vrom the candle's dull fleäme do shoot,

      An' young Jemmy the smith is a-gone down leäne,

      A-plaÿèn his shrill-vaïced flute.

      An' the miller's man

      Do zit down at his ease

      On the seat that is under the cluster o' trees.

      Wi' his pipe an' his cider can.

      MAY.

      Come out o' door, 'tis Spring! 'tis Maÿ

      The trees be green, the vields be gaÿ;

      The weather's warm, the winter blast,

      Wi' all his traïn o' clouds, is past;

      The zun do rise while vo'k do sleep,

      To teäke a higher daily zweep,

      Wi' cloudless feäce a-flingèn down

      His sparklèn light upon the groun'.

      The air's a-streamèn soft—come drow

      The windor open; let it blow

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      In drough the house, where vire, an' door

      A-shut, kept out the cwold avore.

      Come, let the vew dull embers die,

      An' come below the open sky;

      An' wear your best, vor fear the groun'

      In colours gaÿ mid sheäme your gown:

      An' goo an' rig wi' me a mile

      Or two up over geäte an' stile,

      Drough zunny parrocks that do leäd,

      Wi' crooked hedges, to the meäd,

      Where elems high, in steätely ranks,

      Do rise vrom yollow cowslip-banks,

      An' birds do twitter vrom the spraÿ

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