Poem by William Barnes

Third Collection. The Zilver-weed

The zilver-weed upon the green,
 Out where my sons an’ daughters plaÿ’d,
Had never time to bloom between
 The litty steps o’ bwoy an’ maïd.
But rwose-trees down along the wall,
 That then wer all the maïden’s ceäre,
An’ all a-trimm’d an’ traïn’d, did bear
 Their bloomèn buds vrom Spring to Fall.

But now the zilver leaves do show
 To zummer day their goolden crown,
Wi’ noo swift shoe-zoles’ litty blow,
 In merry plaÿ to beät em down.
An’ where vor years zome busy hand
 Did traïn the rwoses wide an’ high;
Now woone by woone the trees do die,
 An’ vew of all the row do stand.

1. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Aunt’s Tantrums
2. Third Collection. Sheädes
3. Third Collection. Leaves a-vallèn
4. Second Collection. Trees be Company
5. Third Collection. The Little Worold

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