Page:Barnes (1879) Poems of rural life in the Dorset dialect (combined).djvu/366

350 O light-rollèn wind blow me hither, &emsp;The vaïce ov her talkèn, Or bring vrom her veet the light doust, &emsp;She do tread in the Spring.

O zun, meäke the gil’cups all glitter, &emsp;In goold all around her; An’ meäke o’ the deäisys’ white flowers &emsp;A bed in the Spring.

O whissle gaÿ birds, up bezide her, &emsp;In drong-waÿ, an’ woodlands, O zing, swingèn lark, now the clouds, &emsp;Be a-vled in the Spring.

An’ who, you mid ax, be my praïses &emsp;A-meäkèn so much o’, An’ oh! ’tis the maïd I’m a-hopèn &emsp;To wed in the Spring.

night below the elem in the lew &emsp;&emsp;Bright the sky did gleam On water blue, while aïr did softly blow &emsp;&emsp;On the flowèn stream, An’ there wer gil’cups’ buds untwold, An’ deäisies that begun to vwold Their low-stemm’d blossoms vrom my zight Ageän the night, an’ evenèn’s cwold.

But, oh! so cwold below the darksome cloud &emsp;&emsp;Soon the night-wind roar’d, Wi’ raïny storms that zent the zwollèn streams &emsp;&emsp;Over ev’ry vword.