An’ still beheäve as you begun
To seek the love that you’ve a-won
When woonce in dewy June,
In hours o’ hope soft eyes did flash,
Each bright below his sheädy lash,
A-glisnèn to the moon.
Think how her girlhood met noo ceäre
To peäle the bloom her feäce did weär,
An’ how her glossy temple prest
Her pillow down, in still-feäced rest,
While sheädes o’ window bars did vall
In moonlight on the gloomy wall,
In cool-aïr’d nights o’ June;
The while her lids, wi’ bendèn streäks
O’ lashes, met above her cheäks,
A-bloomèn to the moon.
Think how she left her childhood’s pleäce,
An’ only sister’s long-known feäce,
An’ brother’s jokes so much a-miss’d,
An’ mother’s cheäk, the last a-kiss’d;
An’ how she lighted down avore
Her new abode, a husband’s door,
Your weddèn night in June;
Wi’ heart that beät wi’ hope an’ fear,
While on each eye-lash hung a tear,
A-glisnèn to the moon.
Think how her father zot all dum’,
A-thinkèn on her, back at hwome,
The while grey axan gather’d thick,
On dyèn embers, on the brick;
An’ how her mother look’d abrode,
