Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect

by William Barnes

The feäir at death be always feäir,

Still feäir to livers' thought an' love,

An' feäirer still to God above,

Than when they died in beauty.

FAIR EMILY OV YARROW MILL.

Dear Yarrowham, 'twer many miles

Vrom thy green meäds that, in my walk,

I met a maïd wi' winnèn smiles,

That talk'd as vo'k at hwome do talk;