Sweet Be'mi'ster, that bist a-bound By green an' woody hills all round, Wi' hedges reachèn up between A thousan' vields o' zummer green, Where elems' lofty heads do drow Their sheädes vor haÿ-meäkers below, An' wild hedge-flow'rs do charm the souls O' maïdens in their evenèn strolls. When I o' Zunday nights wi' Jeäne Do saunter drough a vield or leäne, Where elder-blossoms be a-spread Above the eltrot's milk-white head, An' flow'rs o' blackberries do blow Upon the brembles, white as snow, To be outdone avore my zight By Jeäne's gaï frock o' dazzlèn white; Oh! then there's nothèn that's 'ithout Thy hills that I do ho about, – Noo bigger pleäce, noo gaÿer town, Beyond thy sweet bells' dyèn soun', As they do ring, or strike the hour, At evenèn vrom thy wold red tow'r. No: shelter still my head, an' keep My bwones when I do vall asleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN ECHO by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH LINES ON THE COTTAGE AT THE FOOT OF BOX HILL, SURREY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD GOD AND HIS MARTYRS by CHAIM NACHMAN BIALIK IDYLL 17. LOVE RESISTLESS by BION ON A LETTER: 2 by MATHILDE BLIND |