As I do zew, wi' nimble hand, In here avore the window's light, How still do all the housegear stand Around my Iwonesome zight. How still do all the housegear stand Since Willie now 've a-left the land. The rwose-tree's window-sheädèn bow Do hang in leaf, an' win'-blow'd flow'rs Avore my Iwonesome eyes do show Theäse bright November hours. Avore my Iwonesome eyes do show Wi' nwone but I to zee em blow. The sheäes o' leafy buds, avore The peänes, do sheäke upon the glass, An' stir in light upon the vloor, Where now vew veet do pass. An' stir in light upon the vloor Where there's a-stirrèn nothèn mwore. This win' mid dreve upon the maïn, My brother's ship, a-plowèn foam, But not bring mother, cwold, nor raïn, At her now happy hwome. But not bring mother, cwold, nor raïn, Where she is out o' païn. Zoo now that I'm a-mwopèn dumb, A-keepèn father's house, do you Come of'en wi' your work vrom hwome, Vor company. Now do. Come of'en wi' your work vrom hwome, Up here a-while. Do come. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DURING WIND AND RAIN by THOMAS HARDY VICKSBURG by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S WOOING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW OUR PASSWORD by ISIDORE G. ASCHER ON SEEING AN OFFICER'S WIDOW DISTRACTED - ARREARS OF PENSION by MARY BARBER IN MEMORIAM by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |