COME here an’ zit a while below

Theäse tower, grey and ivy-bound, this

In sheäde, the while the zun do glow

So hot upon the flow'ry ground;

An’ winds in flight,

Do briskly smite

The blossoms bright, upon the gleäde,

But never stir the sleepèn sheäde.

As when you stood upon the brink

O’ yonder brook, wi’ back-zunn'd head,

Your zunny-grounded sheäde did zink shadow

Upon the water's grav'lly bed,

Where weäves could zweep

Away, or keep,

The gravel heap that they'd a-meäde,

But never wash awaÿ the sheäde.

An’ zoo, when you can woonce vulvil so, once fulfil

What's feäir, a-tried by heaven's light,

Why never fear that evil will

Can meäke a wrong o’ your good right.

The right wull stand,

Vor all man's hand,

Till streams on zand, an’ wind in gleädes,

Can zweep awaÿ the zuncast sheädes.