Green mwold on zummer bars do show <br />That they've a-dripped in winter wet; <br />The hoof-worn ring o' groun' below <br />The tree do tell o' storms or het; <br />The trees in rank along a ledge <br />Do show where woonce did bloom a hedge; <br />An' where the vurrow-marks do stripe <br />The down the wheat woonce rustled ripe. <br />Each mark ov things a-gone vrom view— <br />To eyezight's woone, to soulzight two. <br /> <br />The grass agean the mwoldren door <br />'S a token sad o' vo'k a-gone, <br />An' where the house, bwoth wall an' vloor, <br />'S a-lost, the well mid linger on. <br />What tokens, then, could Meary gi'e <br />That she a-lived, an' lived vor me, <br />But things a-done vor thought an' view? <br />Good things that nwone agean can do, <br />An' every work her love ha' wrought, <br />To eyezight's woone, but two to thought.<br /><br />William Barnes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tokens/
