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Rh An’ while the swaÿèn cypress bow’d, In chilly wind, his darksome sh’oud An’ honeyzuckles, beäre o’ leäves, Still reach’d the window-sheädèn eaves Up where the clematis did trim The stwonèn arches mossy rim, The hall, a-hung wi’ holly, rung Wi’ many a tongue o’ wold an’ young.

There, in the geärden’s wall-bound square, Hallow’d by times o’ strollèn there, The winter wind, a-hufflèn loud, Did swaÿ the pear-tree’s leafless sh’oud, An’ beät the bush that woonce did bear The damask rwose vor Jenny’s heäir; An’ there the walk o’ peävèn stwone That burn’d below the zummer zun. Struck icy-cwold drough shoes a-wore By maïdens vrom the hetted vloor In hall, a-hung wi’ holm, where rung Vull many a tongue o’ wold an’ young.

There at the geäte that woonce wer blue Hallow’d by times o’ passèn drough, Light strawmotes rose in flaggèn flight, A-floated by the winds o’ night, Where leafy ivy-stems did crawl In moonlight on the windblown wall, An’ merry maïdens’ vaïces vied In echoes sh’ill, vrom wall to shed, As shiv’rèn in their frocks o’ white They come to bid us there “Good night,” Vrom hall, a-hung wi’ holm, that rung Wi’ many a tongue o’ wold an’ young.