Classic Poem

The stream-be-wander'd dell did spread
Vrom height to woody height,
An' meäds did lie, a grassy bed,
Vor elem-sheäden light
The milkmaid by her white-horn'd cow,
Wi' pail so white as snow,
Did zing below the elem bough
A-swaÿèen to an' fro.

An' there the evenen's low-shot light
Did smite the high tree-tops,
An' rabbits vrom the grass, in fright,
Did leäp 'ithin the copse.
An' there the shepherd wi' his crook,
An' dog bezide his knee,
Went whisslen by, in air that shook
The ivy on the tree.

An' on the hill, ahead, wer bars
A-showen dark on high,
Avore, as eet, the evenen stars
Did twinkle in the sky,
An' then the last sweet evenen-tide
That my long sheäde vell there,
I went down Brindon's thymy zide,
To my last sleep at Ware.