<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536780" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Turnstile</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! sad wer we as we did peace<br>the wold church road, wi' downcast feace,<br>the while the bells, that mwoaned so deep<br>above our child a-left asleep,<br>wer now a-zingen all alive<br>wi' t'other bells to meake the vive.<br>But up at woone pleace we come by,<br>t'wer hard to keep woone's two eyes dry-<br>on Stean-cliff road, 'ithin the drong,<br>up where, as vo'k do pass along,<br>the turnen stile, a-painted white,<br>do sheen by day an' show by night.<br>Vor always there, as we did goo<br>to church, thik stile did let us drough,<br>wi' spreaden arms that wheeled to guide<br>us each in turn to t'other zide.<br>An' vu'st ov all the train he took<br>my wife, wi' winsome gait an' look:<br>An' then zent on my little maid,<br>a-skippen onward, overjay'd<br>to reach agean the pleace o' pride,<br>her comely mother's left han' zide.<br>An' then, a-wheelen roun', he took<br>on me, 'ithin his third white nook.<br>An' in the fourth, a sheaken wild,<br>he zent us on our giddy child.<br>But eesterday he guided slow<br>my downcast Jenny, vull o' woe,<br>an' then my little maid in black,<br>a-walken softly on her track.<br>An' after he'd a-turned agean<br>to let me goo along the leane,<br>he had noo little bwoy to vill<br>his last white earms, an' they stood still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Barnes">William Barnes</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536780" data-title="The Turnstile de William Barnes" data-description="Ah! sad wer we as we did peace the wold church road, wi' downcast feace, the while the bells, that mwoaned so deep above our child a-left asleep, wer now a-zingen all alive wi' t'other bells to meake the vive. But up at woone pleace we come by, t'..."></div> </div> </div>

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