Читать книгу Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect - Barnes William - Страница 33

When hot-beam'd zuns do strik right down,

An' burn our zweaty feäzen brown;

An' zunny slopes, a-lyèn nigh,

Be back'd by hills so blue's the sky;

Then, while the bells do sweetly cheem

Upon the champèn high-neck'd team,

How lively, wi' a friend, do seem

The white road up athirt the hill.

The zwellèn downs, wi' chalky tracks

A-climmèn up their zunny backs,

Do hide green meäds an' zedgy brooks.

An' clumps o' trees wi' glossy rooks,

An' hearty vo'k to laugh an' zing,

An' parish-churches in a string,

Wi' tow'rs o' merry bells to ring,

An' white roads up athirt the hills.

At feäst, when uncle's vo'k do come

To spend the day wi' us at hwome,

An' we do lay upon the bwoard

The very best we can avvword,

The wolder woones do talk an' smoke,

An' younger woones do plaÿ an' joke,

An' in the evenèn all our vo'k

Do bring em gwaïn athirt the hill.

[page 25]

An' while the green do zwarm wi' wold

An' young, so thick as sheep in vwold,

The bellows in the blacksmith's shop,

An' miller's moss-green wheel do stop,

An' lwonesome in the wheelwright's shed

'S a-left the wheelless waggon-bed;

While zwarms o' comèn friends do tread

The white road down athirt the hill.

An' when the windèn road so white,

A-climmèn up the hills in zight,

Do leäd to pleäzen, east or west,

The vu'st a-known, an' lov'd the best,

How touchèn in the zunsheen's glow,

Or in the sheädes that clouds do drow

Upon the zunburnt downs below,

'S the white road up athirt the hill.

What peaceful hollows here the long

White roads do windy round among!

Wi' deäiry cows in woody nooks,

An' haymeäkers among their pooks,

An' housen that the trees do screen

From zun an' zight by boughs o' green!

Young blushèn beauty's hwomes between

The white roads up athirt the hills.