SHEÄDES.
Come here an’ zit a while below
Theäse tower, grey and ivy-bound,
In sheäde, the while the zun do glow
So hot upon the flow’ry ground;
An’ winds in flight,
Do briskly smite
The blossoms bright, upon the gleäde,
But never stir the sleepèn sheäde.
As when you stood upon the brink
O’ yonder brook, wi’ back-zunn’d head,
Your zunny-grounded sheäde did zink
Upon the water’s grav’lly bed,
Where weäves could zweep
Away, or keep,
The gravel heap that they’d a-meäde,
But never wash awaÿ the sheäde.
An’ zoo, when you can woonce vulvil
What’s feäir, a-tried by heaven’s light,
Why never fear that evil will
Can meäke a wrong o’ your good right.
The right wull stand,
Vor all man’s hand,
Till streams on zand, an’ wind in gleädes,
Can zweep awaÿ the zuncast sheädes.
TIMES O’ YEAR.
Here did swaÿ the eltrot flow’rs,
When the hours o’ night wer vew,
