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388 Brighten’d streams, an’ dried the dew, An’ the goocoo there did greet Passers by wi’ dousty veet.

There the milkmaïd hung her brow By the cow, a-sheenèn red; An’ the dog, wi’ upward looks, Watch’d the rooks above his head, An’ the brook, vrom bow to bow, Here went swift, an’ there wer slow.

Now the cwolder-blowèn blast, Here do cast vrom elems’ heads Feäded leaves, a-whirlèn round, Down to ground, in yollow beds, Ruslèn under milkers’ shoes, When the day do dry the dews.

Soon shall grass, a-vrosted bright, Glisten white instead o’ green, An’ the wind shall smite the cows, Where the boughs be now their screen. Things do change as years do vlee; What ha’ years in store vor me?

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