Zoo in the dusk ov evenèn, zome
Went back to drink, an' zome went hwome.
WOODLEY.
Sweet Woodley! oh! how fresh an' gaÿ
Thy leänes an' vields be now in Maÿ,
The while the broad-leav'd clotes do zwim
In brooks wi' gil'cups at the brim;
An' yollow cowslip-beds do grow
By thorns in blooth so white as snow;