William Barnes (Уильям Барнс)

Second Collection. Early risén

The aïr to gi’e your cheäks a hue
O’ rwosy red, so feaïr to view,
Is what do sheäke the grass-bleädes gray
At breäk o’ day, in mornèn dew;
Vor vo’k that will be rathe abrode,
Will meet wi’ health upon their road.

But bidèn up till dead o’ night,
When han’s o’ clocks do stan’ upright,
By candle-light, do soon consume
The feäce’s bloom, an’ turn it white.
An’ light a-cast vrom midnight skies
Do blunt the sparklèn ov the eyes.

Vor health do weäke vrom nightly dreams
Below the mornèn’s eärly beams,
An’ leäve the dead-aïr’d houses’ eaves,
Vor quiv’rèn leaves, an’ bubblèn streams,
A-glitt’rèn brightly to the view,
Below a sky o’ cloudless blue.

1. Third Collection. Early Plaÿmeäte
2. Third Collection. Naighbour Plaÿmeätes
3. Third Collection. The Wind in the Woone’s Feäce
4. Second Collection. The Turn o’ the Days
5. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Common a-took in

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