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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LEADY'S TOWER, by WILLIAM BARNES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: An' then we went along the gleades Last Line: Built up the tower upon the knowl.' Subject(s): Death; Grief; Marriage; Memory; Monuments; Story-telling; Dead, The; Sorrow; Sadness; Weddings; Husbands; Wives | |||
An' then we went along the gleädes O' zunny turf, in quiv'ren sheädes, A-windèn off, vrom hand to hand, Along a path o' yollow zand, An' clomb a stickle slope, an' vound An open patch o' lofty ground, Up where a steätely tow'r did spring, So high as highest larks do zing. 'Oh! Meäster Collins,' then I zaid, A-lookèn up wi' back-flung head; Vor who but he, so mild o' feäce, Should teäke me there to zee the pleäce. 'What is it then theäse tower do meän, A-built so feäir, an' kept so cleän?' 'Ah! me,' he zaid, wi' thoughtvul feäce, "Twer grief that zet theäse tower in pleäce. The squier's e'thly life's a-blest Wi' gifts that mwost do teäke vor best; The lofty-pinion'd rufs do rise To screen his head vrom stormy skies; His land's a-spreadèn roun' his hall, An' hands do leäbor at his call; The while the ho'se do fling, wi' pride, His lofty head where he do guide; But still his e'thly jaÿ's a-vled, His woone true friend, his wife, is dead. Zoo now her happy soul's a-gone, An' he in grief's a-ling'rèn on, Do do his heart zome good to show His love to flesh an' blood below. An' zoo he rear'd, wi' smitten soul, Theäse Leädy's Tower upon the knowl. An' there you'll zee the tow'r do spring Twice ten veet up, as roun's a ring, Wi' pillars under mwolded eäves, Above their heads a-carv'd wi' leäves; An' have to peäce, a-walkèn round His voot, a hunderd veet o' ground. An' there, above his upper wall, A roundèd tow'r do spring so tall 'S a springèn arrow shot upright, A hunderd giddy veet in height. An' if you'd like to straïn your knees A-climèn up above the trees, To zee, wi' slowly wheelèn feäce, The vur-sky'd land about the pleäce, You'll have a flight o' steps to wear Vor forty veet, up steäir by steäir, That roun' the risèn tow'r do wind, Like withwind roun' the saplèn's rind, An' reach a landèn, wi' a seat, To rest at last your weary veet, 'Ithin a breast be-screenèn wall, To keep ye vrom a longsome vall. An' roun' the windèn steäirs do spring Aïght stwonèn pillars in a ring, A-reachèn up their heavy strangth Drough forty veet o' slender langth, To end wi' carvèd heads below The broad-vloor'd landèn's aïry bow. Aïght zides, as you do zee, do bound The lower buildèn on the ground, An' there in woone, a two-leav'd door Do zwing above the marble vloor: An' aÿe, as luck do zoo betide Our comèn, we can goo inside. The door is open now. An' zoo The keeper kindly let us drough. There as we softly trod the vloor O' marble stwone, 'ithin the door, The echoes ov our vootsteps vled Out roun' the wall, and over head; An' there a-païnted, zide by zide, In memory o' the squier's bride, In zeven païntèns, true to life, Wer zeven zights o' wedded life.' Then Meäster Collins twold me all The teäles a-païntèd roun' the wall; An' vu'st the bride did stan' to plight Her weddèn vow, below the light A-shootèn down, so bright's a fleäme, In drough a churches window freäme. An' near the bride, on either hand, You'd zee her comely bridemaïds stand, Wi' eyelashes a-bent in streäks O' brown above their bloomèn cheäks: An' sheenèn feäir, in mellow light, Wi' flowèn heäir, an' frocks o' white. 'An' here,' good Meäster Collins cried, 'You'll zee a creädle at her zide, An' there's her child, a-lyèn deep 'Ithin it an' a-gone to sleep, Wi' little eyelashes a-met In fellow streäks, as black as jet; The while her needle, over head, Do nimbly leäd the snow-white thread, To zew a robe her love do meäke Wi' happy leäbor vor his seäe. 'An' here ageän's another pleäce, Where she do zit wi' smilèn feäce, An' while her bwoy do leän, wi' pride, Ageän her lap, below her zide, Her vinger tip do leäd his look To zome good words o' God's own book. 'An' next you'll zee her in her pleäce, Avore her happy husband's feäce, As he do zit, at evenèn-tide, A-restèn by the vier-zide. An' there the childern's heads do rise, Wi' laughèn lips, an' beamèn eyes, Above the bwoard, where she do lay Her sheenèn tacklèn, wi' the tea. 'An' here another zide do show Her vinger in her scizzars' bow Avore two daughters, that do stand, Wi' leärnsome minds, to watch her hand A-sheäpèn out, wi' skill an' ceäre, A frock vor them to zew an' wear. 'Then next you'll zee her bend her head Above her aïlèn husband's bed, A-fannèn, wi' an inward praÿ'r, His burnèn brow wi' beäten aïr; The while the clock, by candle light, Do show that 'tis the dead o' night. 'An' here ageän upon the wall, Where we do zee her last ov all, Her husband's head's a-hangèn low, 'Ithin his hands in deepest woe. An' she, an angel ov his God, Do cheer his soul below the rod, A-liftèn up her han' to call His eyes to writèn on the wall, As white as is her spotless robe, "Hast thou rememberèd my servant Job?" 'An' zoo the squier, in grief o' soul, Built up the Tower upon the knowl.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BLESSING FOR A WEDDING by JANE HIRSHFIELD A SUITE FOR MARRIAGE by DAVID IGNATOW ADVICE TO HER SON ON MARRIAGE by MARY BARBER THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD KISSING AGAIN by DORIANNE LAUX A TIME PAST by DENISE LEVERTOV A WINTER NIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES |
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