I BORN in town! oh no, my dawn

O’ life broke here beside theäse lawn; this glade

Not where pent aïr do roll along,

In darkness drough the wall-bound drong, through, lane

An’ never bring the goo-coo's zong, cuckoo's

Nor sweets o’ blossoms in the hedge,

Or bendèn rush, or sheenèn zedge, shining

Or sounds o’ flowèn water.

The aïr that I've a-breath'd did sheäke

The draps o’ raïn upon the breäke, brushwood

An’ bear aloft the swingèn lark,

An’ huffle roun’ the elem's bark, blow in gusts

In boughy grove, an’ woody park,

An’ brought us down the dewy dells,

The high-wound zongs o’ nightingeäles, intricate

An’ sounds o’ flowèn water.

An’ when the zun, wi’ vi'ry rim, fiery

's a-zinkèn low, an’ wearèn dim,

Here I, a-most too tired to stand,

Do leäve my work that's under hand

In pathless wood or oben land,

To rest 'ithin my thatchèn oves, eaves

Wi’ ruslèn win's in leafy groves,

An’ sounds o’ flowèn water.