Classic Poem

I zot awhile, wi' eyelids down,
Below a clouded sky; an' blind
To rick an' roof a-turnen brown,
Injaÿ'd a feäirer zight in mind.
But when ageän the zunsheen glow'd
Through meeten lids, to eyes all blind
To land a-lyen round, he show'd
A brighter landsceäpe to my mind.

An' when my youthvul mind vorzook
The day's hard truth, vor zome feäir zight,
O' leäter years, 'twer your sweet look
Did touch my fancy's dream wi' light.
My comen days by your gaÿ feäce
Did seem so feäir as you wer feäir;
Wi' you, my fancy's ev'ry pleäce
Wer ever gaÿ, vor you wer there.