Classic Poem

The while I took my bit o' rest,
Below my house's eastern sheäde,
The things that stood in vield an' gleäde
Wer bright in zunsheen vrom the west
There bright wer east-ward mound an' wall,
An' bright wer trees, arisen tall,
An' bright did break 'ithin the brook,
Down rocks, the watervall.

There deep 'ithin my pworches bow
Did hang my heavy woaken door,
An' in beyond en, on the vloor,
The evenen dusk did gather slow;
But bright did gleäre the twinklen spwokes
O' runnen carriage wheels, as vo'ks
Out east did ride along the road,
Bezide the low-bough'd woaks,

An' I'd a-lost the zun vrom view,
Until ageän his feäce mid rise,
A-sheenen vrom the eastern skies
To brighten up the rwose-borne dew;
But still his lingren light did gi'e
My heart a touchen jaÿè, to zee
His beams a-shed, wi' stratchen sheäde,
On east-ward wall an' tree.

When jaÿè, a-zent me vrom above,
Vrom my sad heart is now agone,
An' others be a-walken on,
Amid the light ov Heaven's love,
Oh! then vor loven-kindness seäke,
Mid I rejäice that zome do teäke
My hopes a-gone, until ageän
My happy dawn do breäk.