Come, let's stroll down so vur's the poun', Avore the sparklèn zun is down: The zummer's gone, an' days so feäir As theäse be now a-gettèn reäre. The night, wi' mwore than daylight's sheäre O' wat'ry sky, do wet wi' dew The eegrass up above woone's shoe, An' meäple leaves be yollow. The last hot doust, above the road, An' vu'st dead leaves ha' been a-blow'd By plaÿsome win's where spring did spread The blossoms that the zummer shed; An' near blue sloos an' conkers red The evenèn zun, a-zettèn soon, Do leäve a-quiv'rèn to the moon, The meäple leaves so yollow. Zoo come along, an' let's injaÿ The last fine weather while do staÿ; While thou canst hang, wi' ribbons slack, Thy bonnet down upon thy back, Avore the winter, cwold an' black, Do kill thy flowers, an' avore Thy bird-cage is a-took in door, Though meäple leaves be yollow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7. CHERRY RIPE by THOMAS CAMPION A LOVE LETTER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ASTRAEA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE VALLEY OF FERN: PART 2 by BERNARD BARTON LINES by JESSIE GODDARD BROMAN |