Vled on in music down the leänes;
An' as I zot in vaïceless thought
Ov other zummer-tides, that brought
The sheenèn grass below the lark,
Or left their ricks a-wearèn dark,
My childern voun' me, an' come roun' me,
Where I lay 'ithin the lew.
The rick that then did keep me lew
Would be a-gone another Fall,
An' I, in zome years, in a vew,