'Twer out at Penley I'd a-past
A zummer day that went too vast,
An' when the zetten zun did spread
On western clouds a vi'ry red;
The elems' leafy limbs wer still
Above the gravel-bedded rill,
An' under en did warble sh'ill,
Avore the dusk, the blackbird.
An' there, in sheaedes o' darksome yews,
Did vlee the maidens on their tooes,
A-laughen sh'ill wi' merry feaece
When we did vind their hiden pleaece.
'Ithin the loose-bough'd ivys gloom,
Or lofty lilac, vull in bloom,
Or hazzle-wrides that gi'ed em room
Below the zingen blackbird.
Above our heads the rooks did vlee
To reach their nested elem-tree,
An' splashen vish did rise to catch
The wheelen gnots above the hatch;
An' there the miller went along,
A-smilen, up the sheaedy drong,
But yeet too deaf to hear the zong
A-zung us by the blackbird.
An' there the sh'illy-bubblen brook
Did leaeve behind his rocky nook,
To run drough meaeds a-chill'd wi' dew,
Vrom hour to hour the whole night drough;
But still his murmurs wer a-drown'd
By vaices that mid never sound
Ageaen together on that ground,
Wi' whislens o' the blackbird.