News o' grief had overteaken <br />Dark-eyed Fanny, now vorseaken; <br />There she zot, wi' breast a-heaven, <br />While vrom zide to zide, wi' grieven, <br />Vell her head, wi' tears a-creepen <br />Down her cheaks, in bitter weepen. <br />There wer still the ribbon-bow <br />She tied avore her hour ov woe, <br />An' there wer still the hans that tied it <br />Hangen white, <br />Or wringen tight, <br />In ceare that drowned all ceare bezide it. <br /> <br />When a man, wi' heartless slighten, <br />Mid become a maiden's blighten, <br />He mid cearelessly vorseake her, <br />But must answer to her Meaker; <br />He mid slight, wi' selfish blindness, <br />All her deeds o' loven-kindness, <br />God wull waigh 'em wi' the slighten <br />That mid be her love's requiten; <br />He do look on each deceiver, <br />He do know <br />What weight o' woe <br />Do break the heart ov ev'ry griever.<br /><br />William Barnes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-broken-heart-2/
