POEMS IN THE DORSET DIALECT. Z2y 



4. A WISH A-COME TRUE. 



My longen will, a-wand'ren wide 



Beyond the goods I had, 



Did hang on other gifts, that pride 



Mid turn from good to bad. 



An' in my dream I still did hope 



Vor thease green slope, where now the stream 



Do gi'e an' teake, wi' ramblen flight, 



My tonguey land o' left an' right ; 



By dippen downs, at dawn o' day, 



An' dewy dells, when day do die. 



An' now I have the trees to sway, 

 Where western wind do roar 

 Agean their bowen heads, to play 

 The softer roun' my door, 

 As they do pass an' cheace the flight 

 O' runnen light on sheaded grass, 

 An' zweep along the sheaken zedge, 

 An' russle by the dead-leav'd hedge. 

 By mornen mead, or midday mound, 

 Or mellow midnight's mounted moon. 



An 1 there my cows, wi' wide-horn'd head, 



Do stalk, a-waggen slow, 



An' two be dun, an' two be red, 



A-cappled white as snow ; 



An' there vull wide o' back 's my meare, 



Vor zome long peare o' lags to stride, 



A cunnen jeade, that now would vind 



Out all my roads if I wer blind ; 



By winden ways, a-wandren wide, 



Or wilder weaste, or wind-blown wood. 



