ow-sheaeden eaves
Up where the clematis did trim
The stwonen arches mossy rim,
The hall, a-hung wi' holly, rung
Wi' many a tongue o' wold an' young.

There, in the geaerden's wall-bound square,
Hallow'd by times o' strollen there,
The winter wind, a-hufflen loud,
Did sway the pear-tree's leafless sh'oud,
An' beaet the bush that woonce did bear
The damask rwose vor Jenny's heaeir;
An' there the walk o' peaeven stwone
That burn'd below the zummer zun,
Struck icy-cwold drough shoes a-wore
By maidens vrom the hetted vloor
In hall, a-hung wi' holm, where rung
Vull many a tongue o' wold an' young.

There at the geaete that woonce wer blue
Hallow'd by times o' passen drough,
Light strawmotes rose in flaggen flight,
A-floated by the winds o' night,
Where leafy ivy-stems did crawl
In moonlight on the windblown wall,
An' merry maidens' vaices vled
In echoes sh'ill, vrom wall to shed,
As shiv'ren 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.

There in the narrow leaene an' drong
Hallow'd by times o' gwain 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 peaele upon her mother's breast,
Her waxen eyelids seal'd her eyes
Vrom darksome trees, an' sheenen skies,
An' halls a-hung wi' holm, that rung
Wi' many a tongue, o' wold an' young.

THE WOLD WALL.

Here, Jeaene, we vu'st did meet below
The leafy boughs, a-swingen slow,
Avore the zun, wi' evenen glow,
Above our road, a-beamen red;
The grass in zwath wer in the meaeds,
The water gleam'd among the reeds
In air a-steaelen 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' blushen pride,
Where softly-wheelen streams did glide,
Drough sheaedes o' poplars at my zide,
An' there wi' love that still do live,
Your feaece 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.

But now when winter's rain do vall,
An' wind do beaet ageaen the hall,
The while upon