snow in her clear-bloomen feaece,
An' she blink'd wi' her head all a-zide,
An' a-chucklen, went back to her pleaece.

An' in there, as we zot roun' the brands,
Though the talkers wer mainly the men,
Bloomen Jeaene, wi' her work in her hands,
Did put in a good word now an' then.
An' when I took my leave, though so bleaek
Wer the weather, she went to the door,
Wi' a smile, an' a blush on the cheaek
That the snow had a-smitten avore.

THE YEAR-CLOCK.

We zot bezide the leaefy wall,
Upon the bench at evenfall,
While aunt led off our minds vrom ceaere
Wi' veaeiry teaeles, I can't tell where:
An' vound us woone among her stock
O' feaebles, o' the girt Year-clock.
His feaece wer blue's the zummer skies,
An' wide's the zight o' looken eyes,
For hands, a zun wi' glowen feaece,
An' peaeler moon wi' swifter peaece,
Did wheel by stars o' twinklen light,
By bright-wall'd day, an' dark-treed night;
An' down upon the high-sky'd land,
A-reachen wide, on either hand,
Wer hill an' dell wi' win'-sway'd trees,
An' lights a-zweepen over seas,
An' gleamen cliffs, an' bright-wall'd tow'rs,
Wi' sheaedes a-marken on the hours;
An' as the feaece, a-rollen round,
Brought comely sheaepes along the ground.
The Spring did come in winsome steaete
Below a glowen rainbow geaete;
An' fan wi' air a-blowen weak,
Her glossy heaeir, an' rwosy cheaek,
As she did shed vrom oben hand,
The leaepen zeed on vurrow'd land;
The while the rook, wi' heaesty flight,
A-floaten in the glowen light,
Did bear avore her glossy breast
A stick to build her lofty nest,
An' strong-limb'd Tweil, wi' steady hands,
Did guide along the vallow lands
The heavy zull, wi' bright-sheaer'd beam,
Avore the weaery oxen team,
Wi' Spring a-gone there come behind
Sweet Zummer, jay ov ev'ry mind,
Wi' feaece a-beamen to beguile
Our weaery souls ov ev'ry tweil.
While birds did warble in the dell
In softest air o' sweetest smell;
An' she, so winsome-feaeir did vwold
Her comely limbs in green an' goold,
An' wear a rwosy wreath, wi' studs
O' berries green, an' new-born buds,
A-fring'd in colours vier-bright,
Wi' sheaepes o' buttervlees in flight.
When Zummer went, the next ov all
Did come the sheaepe o' brown-feaec'd Fall,
A-smilen in a comely gown
O' green, a-shot wi' yellow-brown,
A-border'd wi' a goolden stripe
O' fringe, a-me