Classic Poem

The night is still dead Oak leaves strew
Dyke bottoms and the green grass too
When I came here the golden west
Wore all the daylights golden crown
The sun lay on its mottled breast
Within an hours going down
When Mary at my elbow stood
Beside the green entangled wood.

I loved her there among green hues
The green white thorn i' evening dews
And loud the snort o' feeding horse
Grazeing beside that woody lane
Green bushes where we stood beneath
On green grass and beds o moss
While sweet came evenings dewey breath
Where I and Mary again met.

We meet and love firm as a rock
The birds our voices seem to mock
Hedge sparrows with their eggs o blue
Sat on their green moss nest
Where Mary's smiles looked more than true
And calm her snowy breast
And by the Ivied Oak tree wood
Mary and I one evening stood.