Classic Poem

A day oonce died wi' slowly-quenched light
Avore the dusk a-vallèn in the west,
And in his hours, a-gone in quiet flight,
Wer oone o' jaÿ that sweeten'd all the rest.
Our minds ha' never room enough to call
Back all sweet days at oonce, but God is kind
To let us zend away the thoughts ov all
But oone, an' zoo vorget as well as mind.
Vorget a thousand days and in their pleäce
To mind the day that show'd me vust your feäce;
Vorget a thousand days an' keep the while
The happy day when vust I met your smile;
Vorget a thousand days an' keep in mind
Oone happy day wi' happy years behind.