WHEN starbright maïdens be to zit

In silken frocks, that they do wear,

The room mid have, as 'tis but fit, may

A han'some seat vor vo'k so feäir; folk

But we, in zun-dried vield an’ wood,

Ha’ seats as good's a goolden chair.

Vor here, 'ithin the woody drong, lane

A ribbèd elem-stem do lie, elm-trunk

A-vell'd in Spring, an’ stratch'd along

A bed o’ grægles up knee-high, bluebells

A sheädy seat to rest, an’ let

The burnèn het o’ noon goo by. heat

Or if you'd look, wi’ wider scope,

Out where the gray-tree'd plaïn do spread,

The ash bezide the zunny slope,

Do sheäde a cool-aïr'd deäisy bed,

An’ grassy seat, wi’ spreadèn eaves

O’ rus'lèn leaves, above your head.

An’ there the traïn mid come in zight, may

Too vur to hear a-rollèn by, far

A-breathèn quick, in heästy flight,

His breath o’ tweil, avore the sky, toil

The while the waggon, wi’ his lwoad,

Do crawl the rwoad a-winden nigh.

Or now theäse happy holiday this

Do let vo'k rest their weary lim's,

An’ lwoaded haÿ's a-hangèn gray,

Above the waggon-wheels’ dry rims,

The meäd ha’ seats in weäles or pooks, ridges or cones

By windèn brooks, wi’ crumblèn brims.

Or if you'd gi'e your thoughtvul mind give

To yonder long-vorseäken hall,

Then teäke a stwonèn seat behind stone

The ivy on the broken wall,

An’ learn how e'thly wealth an’ might earthly

Mid clim’ their height, an’ then mid vall.