William Barnes ( )


Second Collection. Spring


Now the zunny aïrs a-blowèn
Softly over flowers a-growèn;
An the sparklèn light do quiver
On the ivy-bough an river;
Bleätèn lambs, wi woolly feäces,
Now do plaÿ, a-runnèn reäces;
   An the springèn
   Larks a-zingèn,
Lik a dot avore the cloud,
High above the ashes shoud.

Housèn, in the open brightness,
Now do sheen in spots o whiteness;
Here an there, on upland ledges,
In among the trees an hedges,
Where, along by vlocks o sparrows,
Chattrèn at the ploughmans harrows,
   Dousty rwoaded,
   Errand-lwoaded;
Jenny, though her cloak is thin,
Do wish en hwome upon the pin.

Zoo come along, noo longer heedvul
Ov the viër, leätely needvul,
Over grass o slopèn leäzes,
Zingèn zongs in zunny breezes;
Out to work in copse, a-mootèn,
Where the primrwose is a-shooèn,
   An in gladness,
   Free o sadness,
In the warmth o Spring vorget
Leafless winters cwold an wet.



William Barnes's other poems:
  1. Third Collection. Comen Hwome
  2. Third Collection. Tweil
  3. Second Collection. The Slantèn light o Fall
  4. Second Collection. The May-tree
  5. Second Collection. Days Work a-done


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