WHEN wintry weather's al a-done An' brooks da sparkle in the zun, An' nâisy buildèn rooks da vlee Wi' sticks toward ther elem tree, An' we can hear birds zing, and zee Upon the boughs the buds o' spring, Then I don't envy any king, A-vield wi' health an' zunsheen. Var then the cowslip's hangèn flow'r, A-wetted in the zunny show'r, Da grow wi' vilets sweet o' smell, That mâidens al da like so well; An' drushes' aggs, wi' sky-blue shell, Da lie in mossy nests among The tharns, while the da zing ther zong At evemen in the zunsheen. An' God da miake His win' to blow An' râin to val var high an' low, An' tell His marnen zun to rise Var al alik'; an' groun' an' skies Ha' colors var the poor man's eyes; An' in our trials He is near To hear our muoan an' zee our tear, An' turn our clouds to zunsheen. An' many times, when I da vind Things goo awry, and vo'ke unkind; To zee the quiet veedèn herds, An' hear the zingèn o' the birds, Da still my spurrit muore than words. Var I da zee that 'tis our sin Da miake oon's soul so dark 'ithin When God wood gie us zunsheen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORPHYRIA'S LOVER by ROBERT BROWNING THE WATER MILL by SARAH DOUDNEY BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER by WALLACE RICE SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 105 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI EXTEMPORE EFFUSION UPON THE DEATH OF JAMES HOGG by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH DAWN ON THE HILLS (FROM A HOTEL WINDOW) by LILLIAN ATCHERSON THE LAY OF MR. COLT by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN SONNET TO NICHOLAS BLACKLEECH OF GRAYES INNE by RICHARD BARNFIELD |