William Barnes

Third Collection. Sheädes

Come here an’ zit a while below
 Theäse tower, grey and ivy-bound,
In sheäde, the while the zun do glow
 So hot upon the flow’ry ground;
   An’ winds in flight,
   Do briskly smite
The blossoms bright, upon the gleäde,
But never stir the sleepèn sheäde.

As when you stood upon the brink
 O’ yonder brook, wi’ back-zunn’d head,
Your zunny-grounded sheäde did zink
 Upon the water’s grav’lly bed,
   Where weäves could zweep
   Away, or keep,
The gravel heap that they’d a-meäde,
But never wash awaÿ the sheäde.

An’ zoo, when you can woonce vulvil
 What’s feäir, a-tried by heaven’s light,
Why never fear that evil will
 Can meäke a wrong o’ your good right.
   The right wull stand,
   Vor all man’s hand,
Till streams on zand, an’ wind in gleädes,
Can zweep awaÿ the zuncast sheädes.