William Barnes (Уильям Барнс)

Second Collection. Trees be Company

When zummer’s burnèn het’s a-shed
Upon the droopèn grasses head,
A-drevèn under sheädy leaves
The workvo’k in their snow-white sleeves.
We then mid yearn to clim’ the height,
 Where thorns be white, above the vern;
An’ aïr do turn the zunsheen’s might
 To softer light too weak to burn—
  On woodless downs we mid be free,
  But lowland trees be company.

Though downs mid show a wider view
O’ green a-reachèn into blue
Than roads a-windèn in the glen,
An’ ringèn wi’ the sounds o’ men;
The thissle’s crown o’ red an’ blue
 In Fall’s cwold dew do wither brown,
An’ larks come down ’ithin the lew.
 As storms do brew, an’ skies do frown—
  An’ though the down do let us free,
  The lowland trees be company.

Where birds do zing, below the zun,
In trees above the blue-smok’d tun,
An’ sheädes o’ stems do overstratch
The mossy path ’ithin the hatch;
If leaves be bright up over head,
 When Maÿ do shed its glitt’rèn light;
Or, in the blight o’ Fall, do spread
 A yollow bed avore our zight—
  Whatever season it mid be,
  The trees be always company.

When dusky night do nearly hide
The path along the hedge’s zide,
An’ dailight’s hwomely sounds be still
But sounds o’ water at the mill;
Then if noo feäce we long’d to greet
 Could come to meet our lwonesome treäce
Or if noo peäce o’ weary veet,
 However fleet, could reach its pleäce—
  However lwonesome we mid be,
  The trees would still be company.

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. Third Collection. Good Night
5. Second Collection. The Linden on the Lawn

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