Classic Poem

I'm glad we have wood in store awhile,
Avore all the ground's avrore awhile;
Vor soon we must shut the door awhile
Vrom wind that's a-whirlen snow.

The zwallows have all a-hied away,
The flowers have now a-died away,
An' boughs, wi' their leaves a-dried away,
In wind do goo to an' fro.

Your walks in the ash-tree droves be cwold,
Your banks in the elem groves be cwold,
Your bench by the house's oves be cwold
Where zummer did leätely glow.

Noo rwose is a-bloomen red to-day,
Noo pink vor your breast or head to-day,
A-decken the geärden bed to-day,
Do linger a-nodden low.

Noo mwore is the swingen lark above,
An' air all a-clouded dark above
Do stifle the zun's last spark above,
Where little blue sky do show.

Zoo now gi'e your cheäks a bloom to-night,
Where vier do het the room to-night,
A-dreven away the gloom to-night,
While winterly wind do blow.