AH! then the grassy-meäded Maÿ

Did warm the passèn year, an’ gleam

Upon the yellow-grounded stream,

That still by beech-tree sheädes do straÿ. shadows

The light o’ weäves, a-runnèn there,

Did plaÿ on leaves up over head,

An’ vishes sceäly zides did gleäre, scaly

A-dartèn on the shallow bed,

An’ like the stream a-slidèn on,

My zun-out-measur'd time's agone.

There by the path, in grass knee-high,

Wer buttervlees in giddy flight, butterflies

All white above the deäisies white,

Or blue below the deep blue sky.

Then glowèn warm wer ev'ry brow,

O’ maïd, or man, in zummer het, heat

An’ warm did glow the cheäks I met

That time, noo mwore to meet em now.

As brooks, a-slidèn on their bed,

My season-measur'd time's a-vled. flown by

Vrom yonder window, in the thatch,

Did sound the maïdens’ merry words,

As I did stand, by zingèn birds,

Bezide the elem-sheäded hatch. wicket-gate

‘Tis good to come back to the pleäce,

Back to the time, to goo noo mwore;

‘Tis good to meet the younger feäce

A-mentèn others here avore. taking after

As streams do glide by green mead-grass,

My zummer-brighten'd years do pass.