O! MEARY, when the zun went down, Woone night in spring, w'viry rim, Behind the nap wi' woody crown, An' left your smilen feace so dim; Your little sister there, inside, Wi' bellows on her little knee, Did blow the vire, a-glearen wide Drough window-peanes, that I could zee, -- As you did stan' wi' me, avore The house, a-pearten, -- woone smile mwore. The chatt'ren birds, a-risen high, An' zinken low, did swiftly vlee Vrom shrinken moss, a-growen dry, Upon the leanen apple tree. An' there the dog, a-whippen wide His heairy tail, an' comen near, Did fondly lay agean your zide His coal-black nose an' russet ear: To win what I'd a-won avore, Vrom your gay feace, his woone smile mwore. An' while your mother bustled sprack, A-getten supper out in hall, An' cast her sheade, a-whiv'ren black Avore the vire, upon the wall; Your brother come, wi' easy peace, In drough the slammen geate, along The path, wi' healthy-bloomen feace, A-whis'len shrill his last new zong: An' when he come avore the door, He met vrom you his woone smile mwore. Now you that wer the daughter there, Be mother on a husband's vloor, An' mid ye meet wi' less o' ceare Than what your hearty mother bore; An' if abroad I have to rue The bitter tongue, or wrongvul deed, Mid I come hwome to sheare wi' you What's needvul free o' pinchen need: An' vind that you ha' still in store My evenen meal, an' woone smile mwore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DISPUTE OF THE HEART AND BODY OF FRANCOIS VILLON by FRANCOIS VILLON THE ANGEL, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BALLAD OF JUDAS ISCARIOT by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN I SIT AND SEW by ALICE RUTH MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON FONTENOY, 1745: 2. AFTER THE BATTLE, EARLY DAWN, CLARE COAST by EMILY LAWLESS THE DAYS GONE BY by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |