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254 How soft do sheäke the zummer hedge— How soft do swayswaÿ [sic] the zummer zedge— How bright be zummer skies an’ zun— How bright the zummer brook do run; An’ feäir the flow’rs do bloom, to feäde Behind the swaÿen mower’s bleäde; An’ sweet be merry looks o’ jaÿ, By weäles an’ pooks o’ June’s new haÿ, Wi’ smilèn age, an laughèn youth, Bezide the zummer hedge in blooth.

flow’r that now dost bloom To stud wi’ white the shallow Frome, An’ leäve the clote to spread his flow’r On darksome pools o’ stwoneless Stour, When sof’ly-rizèn aïrs do cool The water in the sheenèn pool, Thy beds o’ snow-white buds do gleam So feäir upon the sky-blue stream, As whitest clouds, a-hangèn high Avore the blueness o’ the sky; An’ there, at hand, the thin-heäir’d cows, In aïry sheädes o’ withy boughs, Or up bezide the mossy raïls, Do stan’ an’ zwing their heavy taïls, The while the ripplèn stream do flow Below the dousty bridge’s bow; An’ quiv’rèn water-gleams do mock The weäves, upon the sheäded rock; An’ up athirt the copèn stwone The laïtren bwoy do lean alwone, A-watchèn, wi’ a stedvast look, The vallèn waters in the brook,