The yollow boughs o' zunny hedges
Over western hills' blue edges.

Waters, drough the meaeds a-purlen,
Glissen'd in the evenen's light,
An' smoke, above the town a-curlen,
Melted slowly out o' zight;
An' there, in glooms
Ov unzunn'd rooms,
To zome, wi' idle sorrows fretten,
Zuns did set avore their zetten.

We were out in geaemes and reaeces,
Loud a-laughen, wild in me'th,
Wi' windblown heaeir, an' zunbrown'd feaeces,
Leaepen on the high-sky'd e'th,
Avore the lights
Wer tin'd o' nights,
An' while the gossamer's light netten
Sparkled to the zun a-zetten.

SPRING.

Now the zunny air's a-blowen
Softly over flowers a-growen;
An' the sparklen light do quiver
On the ivy-bough an' river;
Bleaeten lambs, wi' woolly feaeces,
Now do play, a-runnen reaeces;
An' the springen
Lark's a-zingen,
Lik' a dot avore the cloud,
High above the ashes sh'oud.

Housen, in the open brightness,
Now do sheen in spots o' whiteness;
Here an' there, on upland ledges,
In among the trees an' hedges,
Where, along by vlocks o' sparrows,
Chatt'ren at the ploughman's harrows.
Dousty rwoaded,
Errand-lwoaded;
Jenny, though her cloak is thin,
Do wish en hwome upon the pin.

Zoo come along, noo longer heedvul
Ov the vier, leaetely needvul,
Over grass o' slopen leaezes,
Zingen zongs in zunny breezes;
Out to work in copse, a-mooten,
Where the primrwose is a-shooten,
An in gladness,
Free o' sadness,
In the warmth o' Spring vorget
Leafless winter's cwold an' wet.

THE ZUMMER HEDGE.

As light do gleaere in ev'ry ground,
Wi' boughy hedges out a-round
A-climmen up the slopen brows
O' hills, in rows o' sheaedy boughs:
The while the hawthorn buds do blow
As thick as stars, an' white as snow;
Or cream-white blossoms be a-spread
About the guelder-rwoses' head;
How cool's the sheaede, or warm's the lewth,
Bezide a zummer hedge in blooth.

When we've a-work'd drough longsome hours,
Till dew's a-dried vrom dazzlen flow'rs,
The while the climmen zun ha' glow'd
Drough mwore than half his daily road:
Then where the sheaedes do slily pass
Athirt our veet upon the grass,
As we do rest by lofty ranks
Ov elems on the flow'ry banks;
How cool's the sheaede, or warm's the lewth,
Bezide a zummer hedge in blooth.

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