William Barnes (Уильям Барнс)

Third Collection. Comen Hwome

As clouds did ride wi’ heästy flight,
An’ woods did sway upon the height,
An’ bleädes o’ grass did sheäke, below
The hedge-row bremble’s swingèn bow,
I come back hwome where winds did zwell,
 In whirls along the woody gleädes,
 On primrwose beds, in windy sheädes,
To Burnley’s dark-tree’d dell.

There hills do screen the timber’s bough,
The trees do screen the leäze’s brow,
The timber-sheäded leäze do bear
A beäten path that we do wear.
The path do stripe the leäze’s zide,
 To willows at the river’s edge.
 Where hufflèn winds did sheäke the zedge,
An’ sparklèn weäves did glide.

An’ where the river, bend by bend,
Do dräin our meäd, an’ mark its end,
The hangèn leäze do teäke our cows,
An’ trees do sheäde em wi’ their boughs,
An’ I the quicker beät the road,
 To zee a-comèn into view,
 Still greener vrom the sky-line’s blue,
Wold Burnley our abode.

1. Second Collection. The Scud
2. Second Collection. The Leädy’s Tower
3. Third Collection. The Neäme Letters
4. Third Collection. What John wer a-tellèn
5. Third Collection. The Wheel Routs

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