Ov all the housen o' the pleäce, There's woone where I do like to call By day or night the best ov all, To zee my Fanny's smilèn feäce; An' there the steätely trees do grow, A-rockèn as the win' do blow, While she do sweetly sleep below, In the stillness o' the night. An' there, at evenèn, I do goo A-hoppèn over geätes an' bars, By twinklèn light o' winter stars, When snow do clumper to my shoe; An' zometimes we do slyly catch A chat an hour upon the stratch, An' peärt wi' whispers at the hatch In the stillness o' the night. An' zometimes she do goo to zome Young naïghbours' housen down the pleäce, An' I do get a clue to treäce Her out, an' goo to zee her hwome; An' I do wish a vield a mile, As she do sweetly chat an' smile Along the drove, or at the stile, In the stillness o' the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HAPPY LIFE by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS THE MODERN MOTHER by ALICE MEYNELL THE SUMMER IS ENDED (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 11. THE LOVE-LETTER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI FOUR PRELUDES ON PLAYTHINGS OF THE WIND by CARL SANDBURG THE WELCOME TO ALEXANDRA by ALFRED TENNYSON |