Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke

William Barnes (1801–1886)

Jenny out vrom Hwome

O WILD-REÄVÈN west winds! as you do roar on,

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?

O wild-reävèn winds! I do wish I could vlee

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.

Or else that in under theäse rock I could hear,

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.

O wild-reävèn winds! if you ever do roar

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.