Evenen In The Village
Now the light o the west is a-turnd to gloom, An the men be at hwome vrom ground; An the bells be a-zendn all down the Coombe From tower, their mwoansome sound. An the wind is still, An the house-dogs do bark, An the rooks be a-vled to the elems high an dark, An the water do roar at mill. An the flickern light drough the window-pene Vrom the candles dull fleme do shoot, An young Jemmy the smith is a-gone down lene, A-plan his shrill-vaiced flute. An the millers man, Do zit down at his ease On the seat that is under the cluster o trees, Wi his pipe an his cider can.
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"Now the light o the west is a-turnd to gloom,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, William Barnes delivers a powerful performance in "Evenen In The Village"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...