Classic Poem

The sheäded stream did run below
Tall elems, on the bank, in row,
That leafy ivy stems did clim'
In light a-shot vrom limb to limb:
An' winds did plaÿè, now brisk, now slack,
All up the stream, a-dreven back
The runnen weäves; an' meäke em seem
To be an upward-flowen stream:
As hope do zometimes meäke us think
Our life do rise, the while do zink.