William Barnes ( )


Second Collection. Woone Rule


An while I zot, wi thoughtvul mind,
Up where the lwonesome Coombs do wind,
An watchd the little gully slide
So crookèd to the river-zide;
I thought how wrong the Stour did zeem
To roll along his ramblèn stream,
A-runnèn wide the left o south,
To vind his mouth, the right-hand zide.

But though his stream do teäke, at mill,
An eastward bend by Newton Hill,
An goo to lay his welcome boon
O daïly water round Hammoon,
An then wind off ageän, to run
By Blanvord, to the noonday zun,
Tis only bound by woone rule all,
An thats to vall down steepest ground.

An zoo, I thought, as we do bend
Our way drough life, to reach our end,
Our God ha gied us, vrom our youth,
Woone rule to be our guideHis truth.
An zoo wi that, though we mid teäke
Wide rambles vor our callèns seäke,
What is, is best, we needen fear,
An we shall steer to happy rest.



William Barnes's other poems:
  1. Third Collection. A Lot o Maïdens
  2. Second Collection. The Scud
  3. Third Collection. Meth below the Tree
  4. Second Collection. Married Peäirs Love-walk
  5. Third Collection. The Giants in Treädes


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