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First Line: As day did darken on the dewless grass
Last Line: Went by; but all my grief agean awoke.
Subject(s): Love


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.












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