Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV. 1876–79.
My Orchet in Linden Lea
By William Barnes (18011886)’I
By the woak tree’s mossy moot,
The sheenen grass-bleades, timber-sheaded,
Now do quiver under voot;
An’ birds do whissle auver head,
An’ water ’s bubblen in its bed,
An’ there vor me the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.
Now do feade ’ithin the copse,
An’ painted birds do hush ther zingen
Up upon the timber’s tops,
An’ brown-leav’d fruit ’s a-turnen red,
In cloudless zunsheen, auver head,
Wi’ fruit vor me the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.
In the air o’ dark-room’d towns,
I don’t dread a peevish measter;
Though noo man do heed my frowns,
I be free to goo abrode,
Or teake agean my hwomeward road
To where vor me the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.