William Barnes (Уильям Барнс)

First Collection. Fall. The Veäiry Veet that I do meet

When dewy fall’s red leaves do vlee
Along the grass below the tree,
Or lie in yollow beds a-shook
Upon the shallow-water’d brook,
Or drove ’ithin a sheädy nook;
 Then softly, in the evenèn, down
 The knap do steal along the groun’
  The veäiry veet that I do meet
  Below the row o’ beech trees.

’Tis jist avore the candle-light
Do redden windows up at night,
An’ peäler stars do light the vogs
A-risèn vrom the brooks an’ bogs,
An’ when in barkens yoppèn dogs
 Do bark at vo’k a-comèn near,
 Or growl a-lis’enèn to hear
  The veäiry veet that I do meet
  Below the row o’ beech trees.

Dree times a-year do bless the road
O’ womanhood a-gwaïn abrode:
When vu’st her litty veet do tread
The eärly Maÿ’s white deäisy bed:
When leaves be all a-scattered dead;
 An’ when the winter’s vrozen grass
 Do glissen in the zun lik’ glass
  Vor veäiry veet that I do meet
  Below the row o’ beech trees.

1. Second Collection. The Linden on the Lawn
2. Second Collection. When Birds be Still
3. Third Collection. Changes
4. First Collection. Summer. Week’s End in Zummer, in the Wold Vo’k’s Time
5. Second Collection. The Waggon a-stooded

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