William Barnes

Here you will find the Poem Woone Smile Mwore of poet William Barnes

Woone Smile Mwore

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.