'Ithin the lofty-pillar'd geäte,
Wi' stwonèn balls upon the walls:
Oh, no! my heart, no, no.
Another time as I come by
The house, below a dark-blue sky,
The pillar'd geäte wer oben wide,
An' who should be a-show'd inside,
But she, the comely maïd whose hymn
Woonce meäde my giddy braïn to zwim,
A-zittèn in the sheäde to zew,