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242 There in the narrow leäne an’ drong Hallow’d by times o’ gwaïn along, The lofty ashes’ leafless sh’ouds Rose dark avore the clear-edged clouds, The while the moon, at girtest height, Bespread the pooly brook wi’ light, An’ as our child, in loose-limb’d rest, Lay peäle upon her mother’s breast, Her waxen eyelids seal’d her eyes Vrom darksome trees, an’ sheenèn skies, An’ halls a-hung wi’ holm, that rung Wi’ many a tongue, o’ wold an’ young.

, Jeäne, we vu’st did meet below The leafy boughs, a-swingèn slow, Avore the zun, wi’ evenèn glow, Above our road, a-beamèn red; The grass in zwath wer in the meäds, The water gleam’d among the reeds In aïr a-steälèn roun’ the hall, Where ivy clung upon the wall. Ah! well-a-day! O wall adieu! The wall is wold, my grief is new.

An’ there you walk’d wi’ blushèn pride, Where softly-wheelèn streams did glide, Drough sheades o’ poplars at my zide, An’ there wi’ love that still do live, Your feäce did wear the smile o’ youth, The while you spoke wi’ age’s truth, An’ wi’ a rwosebud’s mossy ball, I deck’d your bosom vrom the wall. Ah! well-a-day! O wall adieu! The wall is wold, my grief is new.