But no. Too soon I voun' my charm abroke.
Noo comely soul in white like her?
Noo soul a-steppen light like her?
An' nwone o' comely height like her?
Went by; but all my grief agean awoke.

(William Barnes (1801-1886), British poet. The Wind at the Door (l. 21-25). . . Poets of the English Language, Vols. I-V. Vol. I: Langland to Spenser; Vol. II: Marlowe to Marvell; Vol. III: Milton to Goldsmith; Vol. IV: Blake to Poe; Vol. V: Tennyson to Yeats. W. H. Auden and Norman Holmes Pearson, eds. (1950) The Viking Press.)

And I alone of all mankind
Were left in loneliness behind.

(William Barnes (1801-1886), British poet. A Winter Night (l. 13-14). . . Oxford Book of Nineteenth-Century English Verse, The. John Hayward, ed. (1964; reprinted, with corrections, 1965) Oxford University Press.)

It was a chilly winter's night;
And frost was glitt'ring on the ground,
And evening stars were twinkling bright;

(William Barnes (1801-1886), British poet. A Winter Night (l. 21-25). . . Oxford Book of Nineteenth-Century English Verse, The. John Hayward, ed. (1964; reprinted, with corrections, 1965) Oxford University Press.)

Since I do miss your vaice an' feace
In prayer at eventide,
I'll pray wi' woone said vaice vor greace
To goo where you do bide;

(William Barnes (1801-1886), British poet. The Wife a-Lost (l. 25-28). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.)

Leaves of the summer, lovely summer's pride,
Sweet is the shade below your silent tree,

(William Barnes (1801-1886), British poet. Leaves (l. 1-2). . . Oxford Book of Nineteenth-Century English Verse, The. John Hayward, ed. (1964; reprinted, with corrections, 1965) Oxford University Press.)