Or zittèn in some woody nook
We lissen'd to the leaves that shook
Upon the poplars straïght an' tall,
Or rottle o' the watervall,
Sweet music in the wind!
An' when the plaÿvul aïr do vlee,
O' moonlight nights, vrom tree to tree,
Or whirl upon the sheäkèn grass,
Or rottle at my window glass:
Do seem,—as I do hear it pass,—