A Gleesome Love I Breathe

A Victorian poem of love.

O'er yonder glen I wander,
Seeking blive thy seeming,
Wending forth as I gander,
At the moorland teeming.

With whins that are dainty,
Beyond a heath that lieth,
Amongst the stalks canty,
Abreast the bairn that hieth.

Beyond the mosses ahead,
Betwixt a throng of clovers,
That blossom upon a stead,
Under the lee of twain lovers.

Within the edge of the tarn,
I witness a lively turtledove,
Who glideth across the barn,
Near clouds roaming above.

The flow of a bustling ripple,
Upon fresh waters streaming,
Within the shades too gripple,
By the buttercups gleaming.  

Dreary clouds then swathe,
The mackerel sky in the dusk,
As the rain beginneth to bathe,
The wrought fields of oat husk.

I found anon thy fain smile,
Behind the sward of a garth,
When we frolick'd for a while,
Upon the heathers of the earth.

Now I stand there before thee,
Where mine eyes shine with love,
With a liefsome heart full of glee,
Amidst the once shielding grove.

Behold the sounds of Yorkshire,
As we ride the wuthering wind,
Leading us then onto Berkshire,
Where the spry whims ne'er end.

Beyond the gloomy prickly thorns,
Before a window I should wreathe,
The wisp of wondrous hawthorns,
To share a gleesome love I breathe.