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Rh Come out, though not in me’th, But held her breath, to hear his zong

Then, while the bird wi’ oben bill Did warble on, her vaïce wer still; An’ as she stood avore me, bound In stillness to the flow’ry mound, “The bird’s a jaÿ to zome,” I thought, “but when he’s dum, Her vaïce will come, wi’ sweeter sound.”

when the vo’k wer out to hawl A vield o’ haÿ a day in June, An’ when the zun begun to vall Toward the west in afternoon, Woone only wer a-left behind To bide indoors, at hwome, an’ mind The house, an’ answer vo’k avore The geäte or door,—young Fanny Deäne.

The air ’ithin the geärden wall Wer deadly still, unless the bee Did hummy by, or in the hall The clock did ring a-hettèn dree, An’ there, wi’ busy hands, inside The iron ceäsement, oben’d wide, Did zit an’ pull wi’ nimble twitch Her tiny stitch, young Fanny Deäne.

As there she zot she heärd two blows A-knock’d upon the rumblèn door, An’ laid azide her work, an’ rose, An’ walk’d out feäir, athirt the vloor; An’ there, a-holdèn in his hand His bridled meäre, a youth did stand,