The while I took my bit o' rest,
Below my house's eastern sheaede,
The things that stood in vield an' gleaede
Wer bright in zunsheen vrom the west.
There bright wer east-ward mound an' wall,
An' bright wer trees, arisen tall,
An' bright did break 'ithin the brook,
Down rocks, the watervall.
There deep 'ithin my pworches bow
Did hang my heavy woaken door,
An' in beyond en, on the vloor,
The evenen dusk did gather slow;
But bright did gleaere the twinklen spwokes
O' runnen carriage wheels, as vo'ks
Out east did ride along the road,
Bezide the low-bough'd woaks,
An' I'd a-lost the zun vrom view,
Until ageaen his feaece mid rise,
A-sheenen vrom the eastern skies
To brighten up the rwose-borne dew;
But still his lingren light did gi'e
My heart a touchen jay, to zee
His beams a-shed, wi' stratchen sheaede,
On east-ward wall an' tree.
When jay, a-zent me vrom above,
Vrom my sad heart is now agone,
An' others be a-walken on,
Amid the light ov Heaven's love,
Oh! then vor loven-kindness seaeke,
Mid I rejaeice that zome do teaeke
My hopes a-gone, until ageaen
My happy dawn do breaek.