Wisht

“'Tweer wisht days for me, Mister Jan. I be such a poor lass in brains, an' I could awnly think of trouble 'cause I loved 'e so true. 'Tedn' like the same plaace when you'm away. Then I thot you'd gone right back to Lunnon, an' I judged my heart 'ud break for 'e, I did.”

Great Tuscane dames, as she their towns past by, / Wisht her their daughter-in-law, but frustrately.