William Barnes ( )


Third Collection. Woone Smile Mwore


O! Meäry, when the zun went down,
 Woone night in Spring, wi viry rim,
Behind thik nap wi woody crown,
 An left your smilèn feäce so dim;
Your little sister there, inside,
 Wi bellows on her little knee,
Did blow the vier, a-glearèn wide
 Drough window-peänes, that I could zee,
As you did stan wi me, avore
The house, a-peärten,woone smile mwore.

The chattrèn birds, a-risèn high,
 An zinkèn low, did swiftly vlee
Vrom shrinkèn moss, a-growèn dry,
 Upon the leänèn apple tree.
An there the dog, a-whippèn wide
 His heäiry taïl, an comèn near,
Did fondly lay ageän your zide
 His coal-black nose an russet ear:
To win what Id a-won avore,
Vrom your gaÿ feäce, his woone smile mwore.

An while your mother bustled sprack,
 A-gettèn supper out in hall,
An cast her sheäde, a-whivrèn black
 Avore the vier, upon the wall;
Your brother come, wi easy peäce,
 In drough the slammèn geäte, along
The path, wi healthy-bloomèn feäce,
 A-whislèn shrill his last new zong;
An when he come avore the door,
He met vrom you his woone smile mwore.

Now you that war the daughter there,
 Be mother on a husbands vloor,
An mid ye meet wi less o ceäre
 Than what your hearty mother bore;
An if abroad I have to rue
 The bitter tongue, or wrongvul deed,
Mid I come hwome to sheäre wi you
 Whats needvul free o pinchèn need:
An vind that you ha still in store,
My evenèn meal, an woone smile mwore.



William Barnes's other poems:
  1. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Looks a-knowd Avore
  2. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Vaïces that be Gone
  3. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Poll
  4. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Music o the Dead
  5. First Collection. Winter. What Dick an I did


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