Poem by William Barnes

Second Collection. The Raïlroad (An’ while I went ’ithin a traïn)

An’ while I went ’ithin a traïn,
A-ridèn on athirt the plaïn,
A-cleärèn swifter than a hound,
On twin-laid rails, the zwimmèn ground;
I cast my eyes ’ithin a park,
Upon a woak wi’ grey-white bark,
An’ while I kept his head my mark,
The rest did wheel around en.

An’ when in life our love do cling
The clwosest round zome single thing,
We then do vind that all the rest
Do wheel roun’ that, vor vu’st an’ best;
Zoo while our life do last, mid nought
But what is good an’ feäir be sought,
In word or deed, or heart or thought,
An’ all the rest wheel round it.

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4. Second Collection. Day’s Work a-done
5. Second Collection. Light or Sheäde

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