by William Barnes
The length o' days ageän do shrink
An' flowers be thin in meäd, among
The eegrass a-sheenèn bright, along
Brook upon brook, an' brink by brink.
Noo starlèns do rise in vlock on wing-
Noo goocoo in nest-green leaves do sound-
Noo swallows be now a-wheelèn round-
Dip after dip, an' swing by swing.
The wheat that did leätely rustle thick
Is now up in mows that still be new,
An' yollow bevore the sky o' blue-
Tip after tip, an' rick by rick.
While now I can walk a dusty mile
I'll teäke me a day, while days be clear,
To vind a vew friends that still be dear,
Feäce after feäce, an' smile by smile.
Last updated January 14, 2019