my wold bow'r upon the green;
Where I do goo myself an' let
The evenen aier cool my het,
When dew do wet the grasses bleaedes,
A-quiv'ren in the dusky sheaedes.

There yonder poplar trees do play
Soft music, as their heads do sway,
While wind, a-rustlen soft or loud,
Do stream ageaen their lofty sh'oud;
An' seem to heal the ranklen zore
My mind do meet wi' out o' door,
When I've a-bore, in downcast mood,
Zome evil where I look'd vor good.

O' they two poplars that do rise
So high avore our naighbours' eyes,
A-zet by gramfer, hand by hand,
Wi' grammer, in their bit o' land;
The woone upon the western zide
Wer his, an' woone wer grammer's pride,
An' since they died, we all do teaeke
Mwore ceaere o'm vor the wold vo'k's seaeke.

An' there, wi' stems a-growen tall
Avore the houses mossy wall,
The while the moon ha' slowly past
The leafy window, they've a-cast
Their sheaedes 'ithin the window peaene;
While childern have a-grown to men,
An' then ageaen ha' left their beds,
To bear their childern's heavy heads.

THE LINDEN ON THE LAWN.

No! Jenny, there's noo pleaece to charm
My mind lik' yours at Woakland farm,
A-peaerted vrom the busy town,
By longsome miles ov airy down,
Where woonce the meshy wall did gird
Your flow'ry geaerden, an' the bird
Did zing in zummer wind that stirr'd
The spreaeden linden on the lawn.

An' now ov all the trees wi' sheaedes
A-wheelen round in Blackmwore gleaedes,
There's noo tall poplar by the brook,
Nor elem that do rock the rook,
Nor ash upon the shelven ledge,
Nor low-bough'd woak bezide the hedge,
Nor withy up above the zedge,
So dear's thik linden on the lawn.

Vor there, o' zummer nights, below
The wall, we zot when air did blow,
An' sheaeke the dewy rwose a-tied
Up roun' the window's stwonen zide.
An' while the carter rod' along
A-zingen, down the dusky drong,
There you did zing a sweeter zong
Below the linden on the lawn.

An' while your warbled ditty wound
Drough playsome flights o' mellow sound,
The nightengeaele's sh'ill zong, that broke
The stillness ov the dewy woak,
Rung clear along the grove, an' smote
To sudden stillness ev'ry droat;
As we did zit, an' hear it float
Below the linden on the lawn.

Where dusky light did softly vall
'Ithin the stwonen-window'd hall,
Avore your father's blinken eyes,
His evenen whi