Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WOAK HILL, by WILLIAM BARNES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Last Line: My guide vrom woak hill. | ||||||||
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreadèn, Green-ruddy, in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I packed up my goods all a-sheenèn Wi' long years o' handlèn, On dousty red wheels ov a waggon, To ride at Woak Hill. The brown thatchen ruf o' the dwellèn I then wer a-leävèn, Had shelter'd the sleek head o' Meäry, My bride at Woak Hill. But now vor zome years, her light voot-vall 'S a-lost vrom the vloorèn. Too soon vor my jaÿ an' my childern, She died at Woak Hill. But still I do think that, in soul, She do hover about us; To ho vor her motherless childern, Her pride at Woak Hill. Zoo lest she should tell me hereafter I stole off 'ithout her, An' left her, uncall'd at house-riddèn, To bide at Woak Hill I call'd her so fondly, wi' lippèns All soundless to others, An' took her wi' aïr-reachèn hand, To my zide at Woak Hill. On the road I did look round, a-talkèn To light at my shoulder, An' then led her in at the door-way, Miles wide vrom Woak Hill. An' that's why vo'k thought, vor a season, My mind wer a-wandrèn Wi' sorrow, when I wer so sorely A-tried at Woak Hill. But no; that my Meäry mid never Behold herzelf slighted, I wanted to think that I guided My guide vrom Woak Hill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENEN IN THE VILLAGE by WILLIAM BARNES FALSE FRIENDS-LIKE by WILLIAM BARNES LWONESOMENESS by WILLIAM BARNES MY LOVE'S GUARDIAN ANGEL by WILLIAM BARNES MY ORCHA'D IN LINDEN LEA by WILLIAM BARNES THE CLOTE (WATER-LILY) by WILLIAM BARNES THE TURNSTILE by WILLIAM BARNES THE WIFE A-LOST by WILLIAM BARNES THE WIND AT THE DOOR by WILLIAM BARNES WHITE AN' BLUE by WILLIAM BARNES |
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