An' ivy-sheäded zummer bow'rs,
An' dribblèn water down below
The stwonèn archès lofty bow.
An' there do sound the watervall
Below a cavern's mæshy wall,
Where peäle-green light do struggle down
A leafy crevice at the crown.
An' there do gush the foamy bow
O' water, white as driven snow:
An' there, a zittèn all alwone,