Still green on the limbs o' the woak wer the leaves, Where the black slooe did grow, a-meal'd over wi' grey, Though leäzes, a-burnt, wer wi' bennets a-brown'd, An' the stubble o' wheat wer a-witherèn white, While sooner the zunlight did zink vrom the zight, An' longer did linger the dim-roaded night. But bright wer the day-light a-dryèn the dew, As foam wer a-villèn the pool in its vall, An' a-sheenèn did climb, by the chalk o' the cliff, The white road a-voun' steep to the wayweary step, Where along by the knap, wi' a high-beätèn breast, Went the maïd an' the chap to the feäst in their best. There hosses went by wi' their neck in a bow, An' did toss up their nose, over outspringèn knees; An' the ox, heäiryhided, wi' low-swingèn head; An' the sheep, little knee'd, wi' a quick-dippèn nod; An' a maïd, wi' her head a-borne on, in a proud Gaït o' walkèn, so smooth as an aïr-zwimmèn cloud | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HER DILEMMA; IN CHURCH by THOMAS HARDY LINES TO A MOVEMENT IN MOZART'S E-FLAT SYMPHONY by THOMAS HARDY BILL AND JOE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE OLD MAN DREAMS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES WHAT SHALL IT PROFIT? by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS SONGS WITH PRELUDES: REGRET by JEAN INGELOW TO A POET THAT DIED YOUNG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY |