WHERE the western zun, unclouded,

Up above the grey hill-tops,

Did sheen drough ashes, lofty sh'ouded, shine through, high-topped

On the turf bezide the copse,

In zummer weather,

We together,

Sorrow-slightèn, work-vorgettèn,

Gambol'd wi’ the zun a-zettèn.

There, by flow'ry bows o’ bramble, curved stems

Under hedge, in ash-tree sheädes, shadows

The dun-heaïr'd ho'se did slowly ramble horse

On the grasses’ dewy bleädes,

Zet free o’ lwoads,

An’ stwony rwoads,

Vorgetvul o’ the lashes frettèn, stinging

Grazèn wi’ the zun a-zettèn.

There wer rooks a-beätèn by us

Drough the aïr, in a vlock, through

An’ there the lively blackbird, nigh us,

On the meäple bough did rock,

Wi’ ringèn droat, throat

Where zunlight smote

The yollow boughs o’ zunny hedges

Over western hills’ blue edges.

Waters, drough the meäds a-purlèn,

Glissen'd in the evenèn's light,

An’ smoke, above the town a-curlèn,

Melted slowly out o’ zight;

An’ there, in glooms

Ov unzunn'd rooms,

To zome, wi’ idle sorrows frettèn,

Zuns did set avore their zettèn.

We were out in geämes and reäces,

Loud a-laughèn, wild in me'th, mirth

Wi’ windblown heäir, an’ zunbrown'd feäces,

Leäpen on the high-sky'd e'th, earth

Avore the lights

Wer tin'd o’ nights, lost

An’ while the gossamer's light nettèn

Sparkled to the zun a-zettèn.