Poem by William Barnes

Second Collection. Thissledown

The thissledown by wind’s a-roll’d
 In Fall along the zunny plaïn,
Did catch the grass, but lose its hold,
 Or cling to bennets, but in vaïn.

But when it zwept along the grass,
 An’ zunk below the hollow’s edge,
It lay at rest while winds did pass
 Above the pit-bescreenèn ledge.

The plaïn ha’ brightness wi’ his strife,
 The pit is only dark at best,
There’s pleasure in a worksome life,
 An’ sloth is tiresome wi’ its rest.

Zoo, then, I’d sooner beär my peärt,
 Ov all the trials vo’k do rue,
Than have a deadness o’ the heart,
 Wi’ nothèn mwore to veel or do.

1. Second Collection. The Linden on the Lawn
2. Second Collection. When Birds be Still
3. First Collection. Summer. Week’s End in Zummer, in the Wold Vo’k’s Time
4. Second Collection. The Lydlinch Bells
5. Third Collection. The Wheel Routs

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