William Barnes (Уильям Барнс)

Second Collection. The Water Crowvoot

O’ small-feäc’d flow’r that now dost bloom
To stud wi’ white the shallow Frome,
An’ leäve the clote to spread his flow’r
On darksome pools o’ stwoneless Stour,
When sof’ly-rizèn aïrs do cool
The water in the sheenèn pool,
Thy beds o’ snow-white buds do gleam
So feäir upon the sky-blue stream,
As whitest clouds, a-hangèn high
Avore the blueness o’ the sky;
An’ there, at hand, the thin-heäir’d cows,
In aïry sheädes o’ withy boughs,
Or up bezide the mossy raïls,
Do stan’ an’ zwing their heavy taïls,
The while the ripplèn stream do flow
Below the dousty bridge’s bow;
An’ quiv’rèn water-gleams do mock
The weäves, upon the sheäded rock;
An’ up athirt the copèn stwone
The laïtren bwoy do lean alwone,
A-watchèn, wi’ a stedvast look,
The vallèn waters in the brook,
The while the zand o’ time do run
An’ leäve his errand still undone.
An’ oh! as long’s thy buds would gleam
Above the softly-slidèn stream,
While sparklèn zummer-brooks do run
Below the lofty-climèn zun,
I only wish that thou could’st staÿ
Vor noo man’s harm, an’ all men’s jaÿ.
But no, the waterman ’ull weäde
Thy water wi’ his deadly bleäde,
To slaÿ thee even in thy bloom,
Fair small-feäced flower o’ the Frome.

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

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