Page:Barnes (1879) Poems of rural life in the Dorset dialect (combined).djvu/431

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ZUMMER THOUGHTS IN WINTER TIME.
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But coulden tell, as now we can,
Where each would goo to tweil a man.
O jaÿs a-lost, an’ jaÿs a-vound,
How Providence do bring things round!

Where woonce along the sky o’ blue
 The zun went roun’ his longsome bow,
An’ brighten’d, to my soul, the view
 About our little farm below.
There I did play the merry geäme,
 Wi’ childern ev’ry holitide,
But coulden tell the vaïce or neäme
 That time would vind to be my bride.
O hwome a-left, O wife a-vound,
How Providence do bring things round!

An’ when I took my manhood’s pleäce,
 A husband to a wife’s true vow,
I never thought by neäme or feäce
 O’ childern that be round me now.
An’ now they all do grow vrom small,
Drough life’s feäir sheäpes to big an’ tall,
I still be blind to God’s good plan,
To pleäce em out as wife, or man.
O thread o’ love by God unwound,
How He in time do bring things round;

ZUMMER THOUGHTS IN WINTER TIME.

Well, aye, last evenèn, as I shook
My locks ov haÿ by Leecombe brook,
The yollow zun did weakly glance
Upon the winter meäd askance,
A-castèn out my narrow sheäde

Athirt the brook, an’ on the meäd.