Classic Poem

As I went eastward, while the zun did zet,
His yollow light on bough by bough did sheen.

An' there, among the gil'cups by the knap,
Below the elems, cow by cow did sheen.

While after heäiry-headed horses' heels,
Wi' slowly-rollen wheels, the plough did sheen.

An' up among the vo'k upon the reäves,
One lovely feäce, wi' zunny brow, did sheen.

An' bright, vor that one feäce, the bough, an' cow,
An' plough, in my sweet fancy, now do sheen.