Page:Barnes (1879) Poems of rural life in the Dorset dialect (combined).djvu/419

Rh But when, upon our weddèn night, &emsp;The cart’s light wheels, a-rollèn round, Brought Jenny hwome, they run too light &emsp;To mark the yieldèn ground; Or welcome would be vound a peäir O’ green-vill’d routs a-runnèn there.

Zoo let me never bring ’ithin &emsp;My dwellèn what’s a-won by wrong, An’ can’t come in ’ithout a sin; &emsp;Vor only zee how long The waggon marks in drong, did show Wi’ leaves, wi’ grass, wi’ groun’ wi’ snow.

day by day, at lofty height, &emsp;O zummer noons, the burnèn zun ’Ve a-show’d avore our eastward zight, &emsp;The sky-blue zide ov Hameldon, An’ shone ageän, on new-mow’d ground, &emsp;Wi’ haÿ a-piled up grey in pook, An’ down on leäzes, bennet-brown’d, &emsp;An’ wheat a-vell avore the hook; Till, under elems tall, &emsp;The leaves do lie on leänèn lands, In leäter light o’ Fall.

An’ last year, we did zee the red &emsp;O’ dawn vrom Ash-knap’s thatchen oves, An’ walk on crumpled leaves a-laid &emsp;In grassy rook-trees’ timber’d groves, Now, here, the cooler days do shrink &emsp;To vewer hours o’ zunny sky, While zedge, a-weävèn by the brink &emsp;O’ shallow brooks, do slowly die.