WI’ smokeless tuns an’ empty halls, chimneys

An’ moss a-clingèn to the walls,

In ev'ry wind the lofty tow'rs

Do teäke the zun, an’ bear the show'rs;

An’ there, 'ithin a geät a-hung, behind a gate

But vasten'd up, an’ never swung,

Upon the pillar, all alwone,

Do stan’ the little bwoy o’ stwone;

's a poppy bud mid linger on, may

Vorseäken, when the wheat's a-gone.

An’ there, then, wi’ his bow let slack,

An’ little quiver at his back,

Drough het an’ wet, the little chile through heat

Vrom day to day do stan’ an’ smile.

When vu'st the light, a-risèn weak, first

At break o’ day, do smite his cheäk,

Or while, at noon, the leafy bough

Do cast a sheäde a-thirt his brow, shadow across

Or when at night the warm-breath'd cows

Do sleep by moon-belighted boughs;

An’ there the while the rooks do bring

Their scroff to build their nest in Spring, twigs

Or zwallows in the zummer day

Do cling their little huts o’ clay, attach

'Ithin the raïnless sheädes, below

The steadvast arches’ mossy bow. span

Or when, in Fall, the woak do shed oak

The leaves, a-wither'd, vrom his head,

An’ western win's, a-blowèn cool,

Do dreve em out athirt the pool, drive, across

Or Winter's clouds do gather dark

An’ wet, wi’ raïn, the elem's bark,

You'll zee his pretty smile betwixt

His little sheäde-mark'd lips a-fix'd;

As there his little sheäpe do bide

Drough day an’ night, an’ time an’ tide, through

An’ never change his size or dress,

Nor overgrow his prettiness.

But, oh! thik child, that we do vind that

In childhood still, do call to mind

A little bwoy a-call'd by death,

Long years agoo, vrom our sad he'th; hearth

An’ I, in thought, can zee en dim him

The seäme in feäce, the seäme in lim’.

My heäir mid whiten as the snow, may

My limbs grow weak, my step wear slow,

My droopèn head mid slowly vall

Above the han’-staff's glossy ball, walking-stick's

An’ yeet, vor all a wid'nèn span yet

Ov years, mid change a livèn man,

My little child do still appear

To me wi’ all his childhood's gear,

'Ithout a beard upon his chin,

'Ithout a wrinkle in his skin,

A-livèn on, a child the seäme

In look, an’ sheäpe, an’ size, an neäme.