Classic Poem

V OR all the zun do leäve the sky,
An' all the sounds o' day do die,
An' noo mwore veet do walk the dim
Vield-path to clim' the stiel's bars,
Yeet out below the rizen stars,
The dark'nen day mid leäve behind
Woone tongue that I shall always vind,
A-whisperen kind, when birds be still.

Zoo let the day come on to spread
His kindly light above my head,
Wi' zights to zee, an' sounds to hear,
That still do cheer my thoughtvul mind;
Or let en goo, an' leäve behind
An' hour to stroll along the gleädes,
Where night do drown the beeches' sheädes,
On grasses' bleädes, when birds be still.

Vor when the night do lull the sound
O' cows a-bleären out in ground,
The sh'ill-vaic'd dog do stan' an' bark
'Ithin the dark, bezide the road;
An' when noo cracklen waggon's lwoad
Is in the leäne, the wind do bring
The merry peals that bells do ring
O ding-dong-ding, when birds be still.

Zoo teäke, vor me, the town a-drown'd,
'Ithin a storm o' rumblen sound,
An' gi'e me vaices that do speak
So soft an' meek, to souls alwone;
The brook a-gurglen round a stwone,
An' birds o' day a-zingen clear,
An' leaves, that I mid zit an' hear
A-rustlen near, when birds be still.