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234 Did zing in zummer wind that stirr’d The spreädèn linden on the lawn.

An’ now ov all the trees wi’ sheädes A-wheelèn round in Blackmwore gleädes, There’s noo tall poplar by the brook, Nor elem that do rock the rook, Nor ash upon the shelvèn ledge, Nor low-bough’d woak bezide the hedge, Nor withy up above the zedge, So dear’s thik linden on the lawn.

Vor there, o’ zummer nights, below The wall, we zot when aïr did blow, An’ sheäke the dewy rwose a-tied Up roun’ the window’s stwonèn zide. An’ while the carter rod’ along A-zingèn, down the dusky drong, There you did zing a sweeter zong Below the linden on the lawn.

An’ while your warbled ditty wound Drough plaÿsome flights o’ mellow sound, The nightèngeäle’s sh’ill zong, that broke The stillness ov the dewy woak, Rung clear along the grove, an’ smote To sudden stillness ev’ry droat; As we did zit, an’ hear it float Below the linden on the lawn.

Where dusky light did softly vall ’Ithin the stwonèn-window’d hall, Avore your father’s blinkèn eyes, His evenèn whiff o’ smoke did rise,