Here you will find the Poem Woone Smile Mwore of poet William Barnes
O! MARY, when the zun went down, Woone night in spring, w? viry rim, Behind the nap wi? woody crown, An? left your smilen face so dim; Your little sister there, inside, Wi? bellows on her little knee, Did blow the vire, a-glearen wide Drough window-panes, that I could zee,? As you did stan? wi? me, avore The house, a-parten,?woone smile mwore. The chatt?ren birds, a-risen high, An? zinken low, did swiftly vlee Vrom shrinken moss, a-growen dry, Upon the lanen apple tree. An? there the dog, a-whippen wide His hairy tail, an? comen near, Did fondly lay agan you zide His coal-black nose an? russet ear: To win what I ?d a-won avore, Vrom your gay; face, his woone smile mwore. An? while your mother bustled sprack, A-getten supper out in hall, An? cast her shade, a-whiv?ren black Avore the vire, upon the wall; Your brother come, wi? easy pace, In drough the slammen gate, along The path, wi? healthy-bloomen face, A-whis?len shrill his last new zong: An? when he come avore the door, He met vrom you his woone smile mwore. Now you that wer the daughter there, Be mother on a husband?s vloor, An? mid ye meet wi? less o? care Than what your harty mother bore; An? if abroad I have to rue The bitter tongue, or wrongvul deed, Mid I come hwome to share wi? you What ?s needvul free o? pinchen need: An? vind that you ha? still in store My evenen meal, an? woone smile mwore.