As day did darken on the dewless grass There still wi' nwone a-come by me, To stay a-while at hwome by me; Within the house, all dumb by me, I zot me sad as the eventide did pass. An' there a win'-blast shook the rattlen door, An' seemed, as win' did mwone without, As if my Jeane, alwone without, A-stannen on the stone without, Wer there a-come wi' happiness oonce mwore. I went to door; an' out vrom trees above My head, upon the blast by me, Sweet blossoms wer a-cast by me, As if my love, a-past by me, Did fling em down -- a token ov her love. "Sweet blossoms o' the tree where I do murn,' I thought, "if you did blow vor her, Vor apples that should grow vor her, A-vallen down below vor her, O then how happy I should zee you kern.' But no. Too soon I voun' my charm abroke. Noo comely soul in white like her -- Noo soul a-steppen light like her -- An' nwone o' comely height like her -- Went by; but all my grief agean awoke. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RHYTHM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TIME, REAL AND IMAGINARY; AN ALLEGORY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A LITANY OF ATLANTA by WILLIAM EDWARD BURGHARDT DU BOIS THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 31. HER GIFTS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE JUDGMENT OF PARIS by JAMES BEATTIE |