Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern . ome, let the vew dull embers come below the open sky;An wear your best, vor fear the grounIn colors gay mid sheame your gown:An goo an rig wi me a mileOr two up over geate an stile,Drough zunny parrocks that do lead,Wi crooked hedges, to the elems high, in steately ranks,Do rise vrom yollow birds do twitter vrom the sprayO bushes deckd wi snow-white may;An gir cups, wi the deaisy under evry step you wind up roun the hill, an lookAll down the thickly timberd where the squie
Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern . ome, let the vew dull embers come below the open sky;An wear your best, vor fear the grounIn colors gay mid sheame your gown:An goo an rig wi me a mileOr two up over geate an stile,Drough zunny parrocks that do lead,Wi crooked hedges, to the elems high, in steately ranks,Do rise vrom yollow birds do twitter vrom the sprayO bushes deckd wi snow-white may;An gir cups, wi the deaisy under evry step you wind up roun the hill, an lookAll down the thickly timberd where the squiers house do .showHis gray-walled peaks up drough the rowO sheady elems, where the rockDo build her nest; an where the brookDo creep along the meads, an lieTo catch the brightness o the sky;An cows, in water to their Stan a-whisken off the o blossoms, and ov allThats feair a-vield vrom Spring till Fall,The gookoo over white-weavd seasDo come to zing in thy green buttervlees, in giddy gleam the mwost by thy gay MILKING TIME. Photogravure from a Painting by A. Roll. WILLIAM BARNES 1567 Oh! when, at last, my fleshly eyesShall shut upon the yields an zummers zunny days be gone,An winters clouds be comen on:Nor mid I draw upon the eth,O thy sweet air my leatest breath;Alassen I mid want to stayBehine for thee, O flowry May! MILKEN TIME TWKR when the busy birds did vlee,Wi sheenen wings, vrom tree to build upon the mossy limTheir hollow nestes rounded rim;The while the zun. a-zinken low,Did roll along his evenen bow,I come along where wide-hornd cows,Ithin a nook, a-screend by boughs,Did Stan an flip the white-hooped pailsWi heairy tufts o swingen tails;An there were Jenny Coom a-goneAlong the path a vew steps on,A-beiiren on her head, pail, wi slowly-riden hoops a-sheenen, the evenens slanten light;An zo I took her pail, an leftHer neck a-freed vrom all his heft;An she a-look
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