Come, let's stroll down so vur's the poun', Avore the sparklèn zun is down: The zummer's gone, an' days so feäir As theäse be now a-gettèn reäre. The night, wi' mwore than daylight's sheäre O' wat'ry sky, do wet wi' dew The eegrass up above woone's shoe, An' meäple leaves be yollow. The last hot doust, above the road, An' vu'st dead leaves ha' been a-blow'd By plaÿsome win's where spring did spread The blossoms that the zummer shed; An' near blue sloos an' conkers red The evenèn zun, a-zettèn soon, Do leäve a-quiv'rèn to the moon, The meäple leaves so yollow. Zoo come along, an' let's injaÿ The last fine weather while do staÿ; While thou canst hang, wi' ribbons slack, Thy bonnet down upon thy back, Avore the winter, cwold an' black, Do kill thy flowers, an' avore Thy bird-cage is a-took in door, Though meäple leaves be yollow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 15 by RICHARD BARNFIELD URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: DEDICATION TO LADY PENELOPE DYNHAM by WILLIAM BASSE EVENING SOLACE by CHARLOTTE BRONTE THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: SONG by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON TO GAVIN HAMILTON, RECOMMENDING A BOY by ROBERT BURNS AMORINO by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR TO THE DUKE OF DORSET by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |