'TWER out at Penley I'd a-past

A zummer day that went too vast, fast

An’ when the zettèn zun did spread

On western clouds a vi'ry red, fiery

The elems’ leafy limbs wer still

Above the gravel-bedded rill,

An’ under en did warble sh'ill, it, tunefully

Avore the dusk, the blackbird.

An’ there, in sheädes o’ darksome yews, shadows

Did vlee the maïdens on their tooes, fly, toes

A-laughèn sh'ill wi’ merry feäce loudly

When we did vind their hidèn pleäce,

'Ithin the loose-bough'd ivy's gloom,

Or lofty lilac, vull in bloom,

Or hazzle-wrides that gi'ed em room hazel-clumps, gave

Below the zingèn blackbird.

Above our heads the rooks did vlee fly

To reach their nested elem-tree,

An’ splashèn vish did rise to catch

The wheelèn gnots above the hatch; gnats, wicket-gate

An’ there the miller went along,

A-smilèn, up the sheädy drong, lane

But yeet too deaf to hear the zong yet

A-zung us by the blackbird.

An’ there the sh'illy-bubblèn brook musically-

Did leäve behind his rocky nook,

To run drough meäds a-chill'd wi’ dew, through

Vrom hour to hour the whole night drough;

But still his murmurs wer a-drown'd

By vaïces that mid never sound might

Ageän together on that ground,

Wi’ whislèns o’ the blackbird.