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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Woak Hill</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When sycamore leaves wer a-spreadèn<br> Green-ruddy in hedges,<br> Bezide the red doust o' the ridges,<br> A-dried at Woak Hill;</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> I packed up my goods all a sheenèn<br> Wi' long years o' handlèn,<br> On dousty red wheel ov a waggon,<br> To ride at Woak Hill.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> The brown thatchen ruf o' the dwellèn,<br> I then wer a-le{'a}vèn,<br> Had shelter'd the sleek head o' Me{'a}ry,<br> My bride at Woak Hill.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> But now vor zome years, her light voot-vall<br> 'S a-lost vrom the vloorèn.<br> Too soon vor my ja{'y} an' my childern,<br> She died at Woak Hill.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> But still I do think that, in soul,<br> She do hover about us;<br> To ho vor her motherless childern,<br> Her pride at Woak Hill.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Zoo--lest she should tell me hereafter<br> I stole off 'ithout her,<br> An' left her, uncall'd at house-riddèn,<br> To bide at Woak Hill--</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> I call'd her so fondly, wi' lippèns<br> All soundless to others,<br> An' took her wi' a{'i}r-reachèn hand,<br> To my zide at Woak Hill.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> On the road I did look round, a-talkèn<br> To light at my shoulder,<br> An' then led her in at the doorway,<br> Miles wide vrom Woak Hill.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> An' that's why vo'k thought, vor a season,<br> My mind wer a-wandrèn<br> Wi' sorrow, when I wer so sorely<br> A-tried at Woak Hill.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> But no; that my Me{'a}ry mid never<br> Behold herzelf slighted,<br> I wanted to think that I guided<br> My guide vrom Woak Hill.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=William+Barnes">William Barnes</a></strong></div>

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