Page:Barnes (1879) Poems of rural life in the Dorset dialect (combined).djvu/355



, when the zun went down, &emsp;Woone night in Spring, wi’ vi’ry rim, Behind thik nap wi’ woody crown, &emsp;An’ left your smilèn feäce so dim; Your little sister there, inside, &emsp;Wi’ bellows on her little knee, Did blow the vier, a-glearèn wide &emsp;Drough window-peänes, that I could zee,— As you did stan’ wi’ me, avore The house, a-peärten,—woone smile mwore.

The chatt’rèn birds, a-risèn high, &emsp;An’ zinkèn low, did swiftly vlee Vrom shrinkèn moss, a-growèn dry, &emsp;Upon the leänèn apple tree. An’ there the dog, a-whippèn wide &emsp;His heäiry taïl, an’ comèn near, Did fondly lay ageän your zide &emsp;His coal-black nose an’ russet ear: To win what I’d a-won avore, Vrom your gaÿ feäce, his woone smile mwore.

An’ while your mother bustled sprack, &emsp;A-gettèn supper out in hall, An’ cast her sheäde, a-whiv’rèn black &emsp;Avore the vier, upon the wall; Your brother come, wi’ easy peäce, &emsp;In drough the slammèn geäte, along