Classic Poem

Twas i' the morning early
The dew was on the barley
Each hours a string o beads
Blue caps intensely blue
Corn poppys burnt me through
Seemed flowers among the weeds.

Where I met young Mary Boyfield
And did loves dearest joy feel
As she passed me i the corn
Her gown brushed gently by me
And love that could not flye me
Shone like the dewey morn.

Her cheeks the rosey breres bloom
Her eyes like ripples lately come
From gravel paving Spring
She looked accross the red & blue
Each colour wore a livelier hue
While Larks popt up to sing.

How lovely hung the barley spears
Beaded wi' mornings dewey tears
Rich green & grey did seem
The pea more rich than velvet glows
Sweeter than double the Dog rose
A sweet midsummer dream.

The grass wi downy tops inlaced
Where I clasped Mary round the waist
And doated on her charms
I kissed her cheek & swelling breast
That like two downy pillows prest
And held her in my arms
The sun gleamed oer that waving corn
Where her I kissed one dewey morn
A shining Golden river
I clasped her in a locked Embrace
And gazing on her bonny face
I loved her and for ever