'V a-took off them that wer so dear,

How touchèn 'tis if we do hear

The tuèns o' the dead, John.

When I, a-stannèn in the lew

O' trees a storm's a-beätèn drough,

Do zee the slantèn mist a-drove

By spitevul winds along the grove,

An' hear their hollow sounds above

My shelter'd head, do seem, as I

Do think o' zunny days gone by.