SWEET MUSIC IN THE WIND.
When evenèn is a-drawèn in,
I'll steal vrom others' naïsy din;
An' where the whirlèn brook do roll
Below the walnut-tree, I'll stroll
An' think o' thee wi' all my soul,
Dear Jenny; while the sound o' bells
Do vlee along wi' mwoansome zwells,
Sweet music in the wind!
I'll think how in the rushy leäze