Poem by William Barnes

Second Collection. Our abode in Arby Wood

 Though ice do hang upon the willows
  Out bezide the vrozen brook,
 An’ storms do roar above our pillows,
  Drough the night, ’ithin our nook;
 Our evenèn he’th’s a-glowèn warm,
 Drough wringèn vrost, an’ roarèn storm.
Though winds mid meäke the wold beams sheäke
  In our abode in Arby Wood.

 An’ there, though we mid hear the timber
  Creake avore the windy raïn;
 An’ climèn ivy quiver, limber,
  Up ageän the window peäne;
 Our merry vaïces then do sound,
 In rollèn glee, or dree-vaïce round;
Though wind mid roar, ’ithout the door,
 Ov our abode in Arby Wood.

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 Linden on the Lawn
4. Second Collection. I know Who
5. Third Collection. Went vrom Hwome

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