WE zot bezide the leäfy wall, sat

Upon the bench at evenfall,

While aunt led off our minds vrom ceäre

Wi’ veäiry teäles, I can't tell where: fairy

An’ vound us woone among her stock one

O’ feäbles, o’ the girt Year-clock. great

His feäce wer blue's the zummer skies,

An’ wide's the zight o’ lookèn eyes,

For hands, a zun wi’ glowèn feäce,

An’ peäler moon wi’ swifter peäce,

Did wheel by stars o’ twinklèn light,

By bright-wall'd day, an’ dark-treed night;

An’ down upon the high-sky'd land,

A-reachèn wide, on either hand,

Wer hill an’ dell wi’ win’-swaÿ'd trees,

An’ lights a-zweepèn over seas,

An’ gleamèn cliffs, an’ bright-wall'd tow'rs,

Wi’ sheädes a-markèn on the hours;

An’ as the feäce, a-rollèn round,

Brought comely sheäpes along the ground,

The Spring did come in winsome steäte

Below a glowèn raïnbow geäte;

An’ fan wi’ aïr a-blowèn weak,

Her glossy heäir, an’ rwosy cheäk,

As she did shed vrom oben hand,

The leäpèn zeed on vurrow'd land;

The while the rook, wi’ heästy flight,

A-floatèn in the glowèn light,

Did bear avore her glossy breast

A stick to build her lofty nest,

An’ strong-limb'd Tweil, wi’ steady hands, toil

Did guide along the vallow lands

The heavy zull, wi’ bright-sheär'd beam, plough

Avore the weary oxen team.

Wi’ Spring a-gone there come behind

Sweet Zummer, jaÿ ov ev'ry mind, joy

Wi’ feäce a-beamèn to beguile

Our weary souls ov ev'ry tweil.

While birds did warble in the dell

In softest aïr o’ sweetest smell;

An’ she, so winsome-feäir did vwold fold

Her comely limbs in green an’ goold,

An’ wear a rwosy wreath, wi’ studs

O’ berries green, an’ new-born buds,

A-fring'd in colours vier-bright, fire-

Wi’ sheäpes o’ buttervlees in flight.