An' while your warbled ditty wound
Drough plaÿsome flights o' mellow sound,
The nightèngeäle's sh'ill zong, that broke
The stillness ov the dewy woak,
Rung clear along the grove, an' smote
To sudden stillness ev'ry droat;
As we did zit, an' hear it float
Below the linden on the lawn.
Where dusky light did softly vall
'Ithin the stwonèn-window'd hall,