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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536783" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Year Clock</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We zot bezide the leafy wall,<br>Upon the bench at evenfall,<br>While aunt led off our minds wrom ceare<br>Wi' veairy teales, I can't tell where,<br>An' vound us woone among her stock<br>O' feables, o' the gert Year-clock.<br>His feace wer blue's the zummer skies,<br>An' wide's the zight o'looken eyes,<br>For hands, a zun wi' glowen feace,<br>An' pealer moon wi' swifter peace,<br>Did wheel by stars o' twinklen light,<br>By bright-wall'd day, an' dark-treed night;<br>An' down upon the high-sky'd land,<br>A'reachen wide, on either hand,<br>Wer hill an' dell, wi' win'-sway'd trees,<br>An' lights a'zweepen over seas,<br>An' gleamen cliffs, an' bright-wall'd tow'rs,<br>Wi' sheades a-marken on the hours;<br>An' as the feace, a-rollen round,<br>Brought comely sheapes along the ground,<br>The Spring did come in winsome steate<br>Below a glowen rainbow geate;<br>An' fan wi' air a-blowen weak,<br>Her glossy heair, an' rwosy cheak,<br>As she did shed vrom open hand,<br>The leapen zeed on vurrow'd land;<br>The while the rook, wi' heasty flight,<br>A-floaten in the glowen light,<br>Did bear avore her glossy breast<br>A stick to build her lofty nest,<br>An' strong-limbed Tweil, wi' steady hands,<br>Did guide along the vallow lands<br>The heavy zull, wi' bright-shear'd beam,<br>Avore the weary oxen-team.<br>Wi' Spring a-gone there come behind<br>Sweet Zummer, jay on ev'ry mind,<br>Wi' feace a-beamen to beguile<br>Our weary souls ov ev'ry tweil,<br>While birds did warble in the dell,<br>In softest air o' sweetest smell;<br>An' she, so winsome-feair did vwold<br>Her comely limbs in green an' goold,<br>An' wear a rwosy wreath, wi' studs<br>O' berries green, an' new-born buds,<br>A-fring'd in colours vier-bright,<br>Wi' sheapes o'buttervlies in flight.<br>When Summer went, the next ov all<br>Did come the sheape o' brown-feac'd Fall,<br>A-smile in a comely gown<br>O'green, a-shot wi' yollow-brown,<br>A-border'd wi' a goolden stripe<br>O'fringe, a-meade o' corn-ears ripe,<br>An' up agean her comely zide,<br>Upon her rounded earm, did ride<br>A pretty basket, all a-twin'd<br>O' slender stems wi' leaves an' rind,<br>A-vill'd wi' fruit the trees did shed,<br>All ripe, in purple, goold an' red;<br>An' busy Leabor there did come<br>A-zingen zongs ov harvest hwome,<br>An' red-ear'd dogs did briskly run<br>Roun' cheervul Leisure, wi' his gun,<br>Or stan' an' mark, wi' stedvast zight,<br>The speckled pa'tridge rise in flight.<br>An' next agean to mild-feac'd Fall<br>Did come peale Winter, last ov all,<br>A-benden down, in thoughtvul mood,<br>Her head 'ithin a snow-white hood,<br>A-deck'd wi' icy-jewels bright,<br>An' cwold as twinklen stars o' night;<br>An' there were weary Leabor, slack<br>O' veet to keep her vrozen track,<br>A-looken off, wi' wistful eyes,<br>To reefs o'smoke, that there did rise<br>A-melten to the peale-feac'd zun,<br>Above the houses' lofty tun.<br>An' there the gert Year-clock did goo<br>By day an' night, vor ever true,<br>Wi' mighty wheels a-rollen round<br>'Ithout a beat, 'ithout a sound.</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>
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Upon the bench at evenfall,
While aunt led off our minds wrom ceare
Wi' veairy teales, I can't tell where,
An' vound us woone among her stock
O' feables, o' the gert Year-clock.
His feace wer blue's the zummer skies,
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