Push'd out a pworch to zweaty noon:
Zoo woone stood out to break the storm,
An' meäde another lew an' warm.
An' there the timber'd copse rose high,
Where birds did build an' heäres did lie,
An' beds o' grægles in the lew,
Did deck in Maÿ the ground wi' blue.
An' there wer hills an' slopèn grounds,
That they did ride about wi' hounds;
An' drough the meäd did creep the brook