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Rh The dun-heaïr’d ho’se did slowly ramble &emsp;On the grasses’ dewy bleädes, &emsp;&emsp;Zet free o’ lwoads, &emsp;&emsp;An’ stwony rwoads, &emsp;&emsp;Vorgetvul o’ the lashes frettèn, &emsp;&emsp;Grazèn wi’ the zun a-zettèn.

There wer rooks a-beätèn by us &emsp;Drough the aïr, in a vlock, An’ there the lively blackbird, nigh us, &emsp;On the meäple bough did rock, &emsp;&emsp;Wi’ ringèn droat, &emsp;&emsp;Where zunlight smote &emsp;&emsp;The yollow boughs o’ zunny hedges &emsp;&emsp;Over western hills’ blue edges.

Waters, drough the meäds a-purlèn, &emsp;Glissen’d in the evenèn’s light, An’ smoke, above the town a-curlèn, &emsp;Melted slowly out o’ zight; &emsp;&emsp;An’ there, in glooms &emsp;&emsp;Ov unzunn’d rooms, &emsp;&emsp;To zome, wi’ idle sorrows frettèn, &emsp;&emsp;Zuns did set avore their zettèn.

We were out in geämes and reäces, &emsp;Loud a-laughèn, wild in me’th, Wi’ windblown heäir, an’ zunbrown’d feäces, &emsp;Leäpen on the high-sky’d e’th, &emsp;&emsp;Avore the lights &emsp;&emsp;Wer tin’d o’ nights, &emsp;&emsp;An’ while the gossamer’s light nettèn &emsp;&emsp;Sparkled to the zun a-zettèn.