Classic Poem

When day did cool, an' in the pool
The sheäded weäves did ripple dim,
We used to walk, or zit in talk,
Bezide the lime-tree's leänen limb,
Out where, wi' droopen boughs, did vall
The willow by the geärden wall.

While childern's heads wer on their beds,
Dull-ear'd, a-settlen sound,
The moon's bright ring did slowly spring
Vrom down behind the woody mound,
Wi' light a-slanten where did vall
The willow by the geärden wall.

By oves a-spread up over head
Did cling the wren's brown nest ov haÿè,
An' win' did meäke the ivy sheäke,
An' your dark locks ov heäir to plaÿè,
As you did tell the news ov all
The day, bezide the geärden wall.

Though while did run the zummer zun,
On high, above the green-tree'd land,
Vew days did come vor jaunts vrom hwome,
An' nwone without zome work on hand,
Still we could zit at evenfall
Bezide the willow by the wall.

There flow'rs did blow, an' fruit did grow,
Wi' pods in air, an' roots in ground;
An' bees did hum, an' goo an' come,
By small-door'd hives, a-hackled round.
All this we had, an' over all
Our bench bezide the geärden wall.