Page:Barnes (1879) Poems of rural life in the Dorset dialect (combined).djvu/292

276 Wi’ plaÿsome ripples that do run A-flashèn to the western zun, Do shoot, at last, wi’ foamy shocks, Athirt a ledge o’ craggy rocks, A-castèn in his heästy flight, Upon the stwones a robe o’ white; An’ then ageän do goo an’ vall Below a bridge’s archèd wall, Where vo’k agwaïn athirt do pass Vow’r little bwoys a-cast in brass; An’ woone do hold an angler’s wand, Wi’ steady hand, above the pond; An’ woone, a-pweïntèn to the stream His little vinger-tip, do seem A-showèn to his playmeätes’ eyes, Where he do zee the vishes rise; An’ woone ageän, wi’ smilèn lips, Do put a vish his han’ do clips ’Ithin a basket, loosely tied About his shoulder at his zide: An’ after that the fourth do stand A-holdèn back his pretty hand Behind his little ear, to drow A stwone upon the stream below. An’ then the housèn, that be all Sich pretty hwomes, vrom big to small, A-lookèn south, do cluster round A zunny ledge o’ risèn ground, Avore a wood, a-nestled warm, In lewth ageän the northern storm, Where smoke, a-wreathèn blue, do spread Above the tuns o’ dusky red, An’ window-peänes do glitter bright Wi’ burnèn streams o’ zummer light, Below the vine, a-traïn’d to hem Their zides ’ithin his leafy stem,