Poem by William Barnes

Third Collection. Zummer Thoughts in Winter Time

Well, aye, last evenèn, as I shook
My locks ov haÿ by Leecombe brook,
The yollow zun did weakly glance
Upon the winter meäd askance,
A-castèn out my narrow sheäde
Athirt the brook, an’ on the meäd.
The while ageän my lwonesome ears
Did russle weatherbeäten spears,
Below the withy’s leafless head
That overhung the river’s bed;
I there did think o’ days that dried
The new-mow’d grass o’ zummer-tide,
When white-sleev’d mowers’ whetted bleädes
Rung sh’ill along the green-bough’d gleädes,
An’ maïdens gaÿ, wi’ plaÿsome chaps,
A-zot wi’ dinners in their laps,
Did talk wi’ merry words that rung
Around the ring, vrom tongue to tongue;
An’ welcome, when the leaves ha’ died,
Be zummer thoughts in winter-tide.

1. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Aunt’s Tantrums
2. Third Collection. The Neäme Letters
3. Third Collection. Sheädes
4. Third Collection. Leaves a-vallèn
5. Second Collection. Moonlight on the Door

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