William Barnes

Second Collection. Milkèn Time

’Twer when the busy birds did vlee,
Wi’ sheenèn wings, vrom tree to tree,
To build upon the mossy lim’,
Their hollow nestes’ rounded rim;
The while the zun, a-zinkèn low,
Did roll along his evenèn bow,
I come along where wide-horn’d cows,
’Ithin a nook, a-screen’d by boughs,
Did stan’ an’ flip the white-hoop’d païls
Wi’ heäiry tufts o’ swingèn taïls;
An’ there wer Jenny Coom a-gone
Along the path a vew steps on.
A-beärèn on her head, upstraïght,
Her païl, wi’ slowly-ridèn waïght,
An’ hoops a-sheenèn, lily-white,
Ageän the evenèn’s slantèn light;
An’ zo I took her païl, an’ left
Her neck a-freed vrom all his heft;
An’ she a-lookèn up an’ down,
Wi’ sheäpely head an’ glossy crown,
Then took my zide, an’ kept my peäce
A-talkèn on wi’ smilèn feäce,
An’ zettèn things in sich a light,
I’d faïn ha’ heär’d her talk all night;
An’ when I brought her milk avore
The geäte, she took it in to door,
An’ if her païl had but allow’d
Her head to vall, she would ha’ bow’d,
An’ still, as ’twer, I had the zight
Ov her sweet smile droughout the night.