The beautiful in nature is the unmarred result of God's first creative or forming will
William Barnes
But no. Too soon I voun' my charm abroke. Noo comely soul in white like her— Noo soul a-steppen light like her— An' nwone o' comely height like her— Went by; but all my grief agean awoke.
William Barnes
Since I do miss your vaïce an’ feäce In praÿer at eventide, I’ll praÿ wi’ woone said vaïce vor greäce To goo where you do bide;