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...POSTHUMOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON EARTH IS ENOUGH by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: REV. PERCY FERGUSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SIMON SURNAMED PETER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: TENNESSEE CLAFLIN SHOPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |