IF I've a-stream'd below a storm,

An’ not a-velt the raïn,

An’ if I ever velt me warm,

In snow upon the plaïn,

'Twer when, as evenèn skies wer dim,

An’ vields below my eyes wer dim,

I went alwone at evenèn-fall,

Athirt the vields to Ivy Hall. across

I voun’ the wind upon the hill,

Last night, a-roarèn loud,

An’ rubbèn boughs a-creakèn sh'ill loudly

Upon the ashes’ sh'oud; canopy

But oh! the reelèn copse mid groan; may

An’ timber's lofty tops mid groan;

The hufflèn winds be music all, gusty

Bezide my road to Ivy Hall.

A sheädy grove o’ ribbèd woaks, oaks

Is Wootton's shelter'd nest,

An’ woaks do keep the winter's strokes

Vrom Knapton's evenèn rest.

An’ woaks ageän wi’ bossy stems, trunks

An’ elems wi’ their mossy stems,

Do rise to screen the leafy wall

An’ stwonèn ruf ov Ivy Hall. stone roof

The darksome clouds mid fling their sleet,

An’ vrost mid pinch me blue,

Or snow mid cling below my veet,

An’ hide my road vrom view.

The winter's only jaÿ ov heart, joy

An’ storms do meäke me gaÿ ov heart,

When I do rest, at evenèn-fall,

Bezide the he'th ov Ivy Hall. hearth

There leafy stems do clim’ around

The mossy stwonèn eaves; stone

An’ there be window-zides a-bound

Wi’ quiv'rèn ivy-leaves.

But though the sky is dim 'ithout,

An’ feäces mid be grim 'ithout, may

Still I ha’ smiles when I do call,

At evenèn-tide, at Ivy Hall.