hen mid vall.

SOUND O' WATER.

I born in town! oh no, my dawn
O' life broke here beside theaese lawn;
Not where pent air do roll along,
In darkness drough the wall-bound drong,
An' never bring the goo-coo's zong,
Nor sweets o' blossoms in the hedge,
Or benden rush, or sheenen zedge,
Or sounds o' flowen water.

The air that I've a-breath'd did sheaeke
The draps o' rain upon the breaeke,
An' bear aloft the swingen lark,
An' huffle roun' the elem's bark,
In boughy grove, an' woody park,
An' brought us down the dewy dells,
The high-wound zongs o' nightingeaeles.
An' sounds o' flowen water.

An' when the zun, wi' vi'ry rim,
'S a-zinken low, an' wearen dim,
Here I, a-most too tired to stand,
Do leaeve my work that's under hand
In pathless wood or oben land,
To rest 'ithin my thatchen oves,
Wi' ruslen win's in leafy groves,
An' sounds o' flowen water.

TREES BE COMPANY.

When zummer's burnen het's a-shed
Upon the droopen grasses head,
A-dreven under sheaedy leaves
The workvo'k in their snow-white sleeves,
We then mid yearn to clim' the height,
Where thorns be white, above the vern;
An' air do turn the zunsheen's might
To softer light too weak to burn--
On woodless downs we mid be free,
But lowland trees be company.

Though downs mid show a wider view
O' green a-reachen into blue
Than roads a-winden in the glen,
An' ringen wi' the sounds o' men;
The thissle's crown o' red an' blue
In Fall's cwold dew do wither brown,
An' larks come down 'ithin the lew,
As storms do brew, an' skies do frown--
An' though the down do let us free,
The lowland trees be company.

Where birds do zing, below the zun,
In trees above the blue-smok'd tun,
An' sheaedes o' stems do overstratch
The mossy path 'ithin the hatch;
If leaves be bright up over head,
When May do shed its glitt'ren light;
Or, in the blight o' Fall, do spread
A yollow bed avore our zight--
Whatever season it mid be,
The trees be always company.

When dusky night do nearly hide
The path along the hedge's zide,
An' dailight's hwomely sounds be still
But sounds o' water at the mill;
Then if noo feaece we long'd to greet
Could come to meet our lwonesome treaece
Or if noo peaece o' weary veet,
However fleet, could reach its pleaece--
However lwonesome we mid be,