WHEN wintry weather's al a-done An' brooks da sparkle in the zun, An' nâisy buildèn rooks da vlee Wi' sticks toward ther elem tree, An' we can hear birds zing, and zee Upon the boughs the buds o' spring, Then I don't envy any king, A-vield wi' health an' zunsheen. Var then the cowslip's hangèn flow'r, A-wetted in the zunny show'r, Da grow wi' vilets sweet o' smell, That mâidens al da like so well; An' drushes' aggs, wi' sky-blue shell, Da lie in mossy nests among The tharns, while the da zing ther zong At evemen in the zunsheen. An' God da miake His win' to blow An' râin to val var high an' low, An' tell His marnen zun to rise Var al alik'; an' groun' an' skies Ha' colors var the poor man's eyes; An' in our trials He is near To hear our muoan an' zee our tear, An' turn our clouds to zunsheen. An' many times, when I da vind Things goo awry, and vo'ke unkind; To zee the quiet veedèn herds, An' hear the zingèn o' the birds, Da still my spurrit muore than words. Var I da zee that 'tis our sin Da miake oon's soul so dark 'ithin When God wood gie us zunsheen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRULY GREAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ALNWICK CASTLE by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK ANSWER TO MASTER WITHER'S SONG, 'SHALL I, WASTING IN DESPAIR?' by BEN JONSON EPITAPH (ON A COMMONPLACE PERSON WHO DIED IN BED) by AMY LEVY CURFEW MUST NOT RING TONIGHT by ROSE HARTWICK THORPE THE BUILDERS OF THE ARK by MARIA ABDY |