William Barnes (Уильям Барнс)

Third Collection. Things do Come Round

Above the leafless hazzle-wride
 The wind-drove raïn did quickly vall,
An’ on the meäple’s ribby zide
 Did hang the raïn-drops quiv’rèn ball;
Out where the brook o’ foamy yollow
Roll’d along the meäd’s deep hollow,
An’ noo birds wer out to beät,
Wi’ flappèn wings, the vleèn wet
O’ zunless clouds on flow’rless ground.
How time do bring the seasons round!

The moss, a-beät vrom trees, did lie
 Upon the ground in ashen droves,
An’ western wind did huffle high,
 Above the sheds’ quick-drippèn oves.
An’ where the ruslèn straw did sound
 So dry, a-shelter’d in the lew,
I staïed alwone, an’ weather-bound,
 An’ thought on times, long years agoo.
Wi’ water-floods on flow’rless ground.
How time do bring the seasons round!

We then, in childhood plaÿ, did seem
 In work o’ men to teäke a peärt,
A-drevèn on our wild bwoy team,
 Or lwoadèn o’ the tiny cart.
Or, on our little refters, spread
The zedgen ruf above our head.
But coulden tell, as now we can,
Where each would goo to tweil a man.
O jaÿs a-lost, an’ jaÿs a-vound,
How Providence do bring things round!

Where woonce along the sky o’ blue
 The zun went roun’ his longsome bow,
An’ brighten’d, to my soul, the view
 About our little farm below.
There I did play the merry geäme,
 Wi’ childern ev’ry holitide,
But coulden tell the vaïce or neäme
 That time would vind to be my bride.
O hwome a-left, O wife a-vound,
How Providence do bring things round!

An’ when I took my manhood’s pleäce,
 A husband to a wife’s true vow,
I never thought by neäme or feäce
 O’ childern that be round me now.
An’ now they all do grow vrom small,
Drough life’s feäir sheäpes to big an’ tall,
I still be blind to God’s good plan,
To pleäce em out as wife, or man.
O thread o’ love by God unwound,
How He in time do bring things round.

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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