William Barnes (Уильям Барнс)

Second Collection. The Young that died in Beauty

If souls should only sheen so bright
In heaven as in e’thly light,
An’ nothèn better wer the ceäse,
How comely still, in sheäpe an’ feäce,
Would many reach thik happy pleäce,—
The hopeful souls that in their prime
Ha’ seem’d a-took avore their time—
The young that died in beauty.

But when woone’s lim’s ha’ lost their strangth
A-tweilèn drough a lifetime’s langth,
An’ over cheäks a-growèn wold
The slowly-weästen years ha’ rolled,
The deep’nèn wrinkle’s hollow vwold;
When life is ripe, then death do call
Vor less ov thought, than when do vall
On young vo’ks in their beauty.

But pinèn souls, wi’ heads a-hung
In heavy sorrow vor the young,
The sister ov the brother dead,
The father wi’ a child a-vled,
The husband when his bride ha’ laid
Her head at rest, noo mwore to turn,
Have all a-vound the time to murn
Vor youth that died in beauty.

An’ yeet the church, where praÿer do rise
Vrom thoughtvul souls, wi’ downcast eyes,
An’ village greens, a-beät half beäre
By dancers that do meet, an’ weär
Such merry looks at feäst an’ feäir,
Do gather under leätest skies,
Their bloomèn cheäks an’ sparklèn eyes,
Though young ha’ died in beauty.

But still the dead shall mwore than keep
The beauty ov their eärly sleep;
Where comely looks shall never weär
Uncomely, under tweil an’ ceäre.
The feäir at death be always feäir,
Still feäir to livers’ thought an’ love,
An’ feäirer still to God above,
Than when they died in beauty.

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

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