Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect by William Barnes. Third Collection |
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ZUMMER THOUGHTS IN WINTER TIME. |
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ZUMMER THOUGHTS IN WINTER TIME.
Well, aye, last evenèn, as I shookMy locks ov haÿ by Leecombe brook,
The yollow zun did weakly glance
Upon the winter meäd askance,
A-castèn out my narrow sheäde
Athirt the brook, an' on the meäd.
The while ageän my lwonesome ears
Did russle weatherbeäten spears,
Below the withy's leafless head
That overhung the river's bed;
I there did think o' days that dried
The new-mown grass o' zummer tide,
When white-sleev'd mowers' whetted bleädes
Rung sh'ill along the green bough'd gleädes,
An' maïdens gaÿ, wi' plaÿsome chaps,
A-zot wi' dinners in their laps,
Did talk wi' merry words that rung
Around the ring, vrom tongue to tongue;
An' welcome, when the leaves ha' died,
Be zummer thoughts in winter tide.
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