WHERE cows did slowly seek the brink

O’ Stour, drough zunburnt grass, to drink; through

Wi’ vishèn float, that there did zink fishing

An’ rise, I zot as in a dream. sat

The dazzlèn zun did cast his light

On hedge-row blossom, snowy white,

Though nothèn yet did come in zight,

A-stirrèn on the straÿèn stream;

Till, out by sheädy rocks there show'd

A bwoat along his foamy road,

Wi’ thik feäir maïd at mill, a-row'd that

Wi’ Jeäne behind her brother's oars.

An’ steätely as a queen o’ vo'k, folk

She zot wi’ floatèn scarlet cloak, sat

An’ comèn on, at ev'ry stroke,

Between my withy-sheäded shores. willow-shaded

The broken stream did idly try

To show her sheäpe a-ridèn by,

The rushes brown-bloom'd stems did ply,

As if they bow'd to her by will.

The rings o’ water, wi’ a sock, sigh

Did break upon the mossy rock,

An’ gi'e my beätèn heart a shock, give

Above my float's up-leapèn quill.

Then, lik’ a cloud below the skies,

A-drifted off, wi’ less'nèn size,

An’ lost, she floated vrom my eyes,

Where down below the stream did wind;

An’ left the quiet weäves woonce mwore once

To zink to rest, a sky-blue'd vloor,

Wi’ all so still's the clote they bore, yellow water-lily

Aye, all but my own ruffled mind.