Third Collection. Sheädes
Come here an’ zit a while below Theäse tower, grey and ivy-bound, In sheäde, the while the zun do glow So hot upon the flow’ry ground; An’ winds in flight, Do briskly smite The blossoms bright, upon the gleäde, But never stir the sleepèn sheäde. As when you stood upon the brink O’ yonder brook, wi’ back-zunn’d head, Your zunny-grounded sheäde did zink Upon the water’s grav’lly bed, Where weäves could zweep Away, or keep, The gravel heap that they’d a-meäde, But never wash awaÿ the sheäde. An’ zoo, when you can woonce vulvil What’s feäir, a-tried by heaven’s light, Why never fear that evil will Can meäke a wrong o’ your good right. The right wull stand, Vor all man’s hand, Till streams on zand, an’ wind in gleädes, Can zweep awaÿ the zuncast sheädes.
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