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Bliss Carman, et al., eds.  The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume VII. Descriptive: Narrative.  1904.
Descriptive Poems: III. Places
The Castle Ruins
William Barnes (1801–1886)
A HAPPY day at Whitsuntide,
  As soon ’s the zun begun to vall,
We all strolled up the steep hill-zide
  To Meldon, gret an’ small;
Out where the Castle wall stood high        5
A-mwoldrèn to the zunny sky.
An’ there wi’ Jenny took a stroll
  Her youngest sister, Poll, so gaÿ,
Bezide John Hind, ah! merry soul,
  An’ mid her wedlock faÿ;        10
An’ at our zides did plaÿ an’ run
My little maid an’ smaller son.
Above the beäten mwold upsprung
  The driven doust, a-spreadèn light,
An’ on the new-leaved thorn, a-hung,        15
  Wer wool a-quiv’rèn white;
An’ corn, a-sheenèn bright, did bow,
On slopèn Meldon’s zunny brow.
There, down the roofless wall did glow
  The zun upon the grassy vloor,        20
An’ weakly-wandrèn winds did blow,
  Unhindered by a door;
An’ smokeless now avore the zun
Did stan’ the ivy-girded tun.
My bwoy did watch the daws’ bright wings        25
  A-flappen vrom their ivy bow’rs;
My wife did watch my maïd’s light springs,
  Out here an’ there vor flow’rs;
And John did zee noo tow’rs, the pleäce
Vor him had only Polly’s feäce.        30
An’ there, of all that pried about
  The walls, I overlooked em best,
An’ what o’ that? Why, I meäde out
  Noo mwore than all the rest:
That there wer woonce the nest of zome        35
That wer a-gone avore we come.
When woonce above the tun the smoke
  Did wreathy blue among the trees,
An’ down below, the livèn vo’k
  Did tweil as brisk as bees;        40
Or zit wi’ weary knees, the while
The sky wer lightless to their tweil.

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