THE while I took my bit o’ rest,

Below my house's eastern sheäde,

The things that stood in vield an’ gleäde

Wer bright in zunsheen vrom the west. sunshine

There bright wer east-ward mound an’ wall,

An’ bright wer trees, arisèn tall,

An’ bright did break 'ithin the brook,

Down rocks, the watervall.

There deep 'ithin my pworches bow arch

Did hang my heavy woaken door, oak

An’ in beyond en, on the vloor, it

The evenèn dusk did gather slow;

But bright did gleäre the twinklèn spwokes

O’ runnèn carriage wheels, as vo'ks folk

Out east did ride along the road,

Bezide the low-bough'd woaks, oaks

An’ I'd a-lost the zun vrom view,

Until ageän his feäce mid rise, might

A-sheenèn vrom the eastern skies shining

To brighten up the rwose-borne dew;

But still his lingrèn light did gi'e give

My heart a touchèn jaÿ, to zee joy

His beams a-shed, wi’ stratchèn sheäde,

On east-ward wall an’ tree.

When jaÿ, a-zent me vrom above,

Vrom my sad heart is now agone,

An’ others be a-walkèn on,

Amid the light ov Heavèn's love,

Oh! then vor lovèn-kindness seäke,

Mid I rejäice that zome do teäke may

My hopes a-gone, until ageän

My happy dawn do breäk.