Page:Barnes (1879) Poems of rural life in the Dorset dialect (combined).djvu/285

Rh Vor here, ’ithin the woody drong, &emsp;A ribbèd elem-stem do lie, A-vell’d in Spring, an’ stratch’d along &emsp;A bed o’ grægles up knee-high, A sheädy seat to rest, an’ let &emsp;The burnèn het o’ noon goo by.

Or if you’d look, wi’ wider scope, &emsp;Out where the gray-tree’d plaïn do spread, The ash bezide the zunny slope, &emsp;Do sheäde a cool-aïr’d deäisy bed, An’ grassy seat, wi’ spreadèn eaves &emsp;O’ rus’lèn leaves, above your head.

An’ there the traïn mid come in zight, &emsp;Too vur to hear a-rollèn by, A-breathèn quick, in heästy flight, &emsp;His breath o’ tweil, avore the sky, The while the waggon, wi’ his lwoad, &emsp;Do crawl the rwoad a-windèn nigh.

Or now theäse happy holiday &emsp;Do let vo’k rest their weary lim’s, An’ lwoaded haÿ’s a-hangèn gray, &emsp;Above the waggon-wheels’ dry rims, The meäd ha’ seats in weäles or pooks, &emsp;By windèn brooks, wi’ crumblèn brims.

Or if you’d gi’e your thoughtvul mind &emsp;To yonder long-vorseäken hall, Then teäke a stwonèn seat behind &emsp;The ivy on the broken wall, An’ learn how e’thly wealth an’ might &emsp;Mid dim’ their height, an’ then mid vall.