Classic Poem

The bright-tunn'd house, a-risen proud,
Stood high avore a zummer cloud,
An' windy sheädes o' tow'rs did vall
Upon the many-window'd wall;
An' on the grassy terrace, bright
Wi' white-bloom'd zummer's deaisy beds,
An' snow-white lilies nodden heads,
Sweet Linda Deäne did walk in white;
But ah! avore too high a door,
Wer Linda Deäne ov Ellendon.

When sparklen brooks an' grassy ground,
By keen-air'd Winter's vrost wer bound,
An' star-bright snow did streak the forms
O' beäre-lim'd trees in darksome storms,
Sweet Linda Deäne did lightly glide,
Wi' snow-white robe an' rwosy feäce,
Upon the smooth-vloor'd hall, to treäce
The merry dance o' Chris'mas tide;
But oh! not mine be balls so fine
As Linda Deäne's at Ellendon.

Sweet Linda Deäne do match the skies
Wi' sheenen blue o' glisnen eyes,
An' feairest blossoms do but show
Her forehead's white, an' feäce's glow;
But there's a winsome jaÿè above,
The brightest hues ov e'th an' skies.
The dearest zight o' many eyes,
Would be the smile o' Linda's love;
But high above my lowly love
Is Linda Deäne ov Ellendon.