In smelle Bysfeint om -
Hast him al moete? Nee, noch net?
Hy lit him iensklaps sjen -
It Gers wurdt klyfd as mei in Kam -
In flekte Skacht merkst op,
Dan slút it foar dyn Fuotten wer
En wykt it fierderop -
In Dridzich Fjildsje hâldt er fan -
In Flier te koel foar Koarn -
Lykwols - as Jonge - Bleatfoets -
Kaam ’k mear as ienris Moarns
Lâns - miende Ik - in Swipe
Ik bûgde - woe him bergje - mar
Hy kronkele En ferdwûn -
Dy’t de Natuer befolkje,
Ik ken se, en sy my
Ik koesterje foar ’t meastepart
In waarme Hertlikheid
Mar nea trof Ik yn Selskip
En hiel net ien op ien
Dy Bysfeint - of Ik amme kwealk
Waard kjel oant op it Bien.
Occasionally rides -
You may have met him? Did you not
His notice instant is -
The Grass divides as with a Comb -
A spotted Shaft is seen,
And then it closes at your Feet
And opens further on -
He likes a Boggy Acre -
A Floor too cool for Corn -
But when a Boy and Barefoot
I more than once at Noon
Have passed I thought a Whip Lash
When stooping to secure it
It wrinkled And was gone -
Several of Nature’s People
I know, and they know me
I feel for them a transport
Of Cordiality
But never met this Fellow
Attended or alone
Without a tighter Breathing
And Zero at the Bone.
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