Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect

by William Barnes

[page 392]

TO ME.

At night, as drough the meäd I took my waÿ,

In aïr a-sweeten'd by the new-meäde haÿ,

A stream a-vallèn down a rock did sound,

Though out o' zight wer foam an' stwone to me.

Behind the knap, above the gloomy copse,

The wind did russle in the trees' high tops,

Though evenèn darkness, an' the risèn hill,