Still green on the limbs o' the woak wer the leaves, Where the black slooe did grow, a-meal'd over wi' grey, Though leäzes, a-burnt, wer wi' bennets a-brown'd, An' the stubble o' wheat wer a-witherèn white, While sooner the zunlight did zink vrom the zight, An' longer did linger the dim-roaded night. But bright wer the day-light a-dryèn the dew, As foam wer a-villèn the pool in its vall, An' a-sheenèn did climb, by the chalk o' the cliff, The white road a-voun' steep to the wayweary step, Where along by the knap, wi' a high-beätèn breast, Went the maïd an' the chap to the feäst in their best. There hosses went by wi' their neck in a bow, An' did toss up their nose, over outspringèn knees; An' the ox, heäiryhided, wi' low-swingèn head; An' the sheep, little knee'd, wi' a quick-dippèn nod; An' a maïd, wi' her head a-borne on, in a proud Gaït o' walkèn, so smooth as an aïr-zwimmèn cloud | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF CHICKAMAUGA [SEPTEMBER 19-20, 1863] by JAMES MAURICE THOMPSON SHADOWS IN THE WATER by THOMAS TRAHERNE TO A YOUNG LADY; WHO ... REPROACHED FOR TAKING LONG WALKS IN COUNTRY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE HYMNARY: 324. WHITSUNTIDE by ADAM OF SAINT VICTOR LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 4. BALLYTULLAGH by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM HUNTING HORNS by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE |