Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke
William Barnes (18011886)Jenny out vrom Hwome
O
The elems do rock an’ the poplars do ply,
An’ weäve do dreve weäve in the dark-water’d pon’,—
Oh! where do ye rise vrom, an’ where do ye die?
Wi’ you, lik’ a bird o’ the clouds, up above
The ridge o’ the hill an’ the top o’ the tree,
To where I do long vor, an’ vo’k I do love.
In the soft-zwellèn sounds you do leäve in your road,
Zome words you mid bring me, vrom tongues that be dear,
Vrom friends that do love me, all scatter’d abrode.
By the house an’ the elems vrom where I’m a-come,
Breathe up at the window, or call at the door,
An’ tell you’ve a-voun’ me a-thinkèn o’ hwome.