est days that we've a-vound,
When in the orcha'd, that did stratch
To westward out avore the patch
Ov high-bough'd wood, an' shelve to catch
The western zun-light, we did meet
Wi' merry tongues an' skippen veet
At evenen in the twilight.

The evenen air did fan, in turn,
The cheaeks the midday zun did burn.
An' zet the russlen leaves at play,
An' meaeke the red-stemm'd brembles sway
In bows below the snow-white may;
An' whirlen roun' the trees, did sheaeke
Jeaene's raven curls about her neck,
They evenens in the twilight.

An' there the yollow light did rest
Upon the bank toward the west,
An' twitt'ren birds did hop in drough
The hedge, an' many a skippen shoe
Did beaet the flowers, wet wi' dew,
As underneaeth the tree's wide limb
Our merry sheaepes did jumpy, dim,
They evenens in the twilight.

How sweet's the evenen dusk to rove
Along wi' woone that we do love!
When light enough is in the sky
To sheaede the smile an' light the eye
'Tis all but heaven to be by;
An' bid, in whispers soft an' light
'S the ruslen ov a leaf, "Good night,"
At evenen in the twilight.

An' happy be the young an' strong,
That can but work the whole day long
So merry as the birds in spring;
An' have noo ho vor any thing
Another day mid teaeke or bring;
But meet, when all their work's a-done,
In orcha'd vor their bit o' fun
At evenen in the twilight.

EVENEN IN THE VILLAGE.

Now the light o' the west is a-turn'd to gloom,
An' the men be at hwome vrom ground;
An' the bells be a-zenden all down the Coombe
From tower, their mwoansome sound.
An' the wind is still,
An' the house-dogs do bark,
An' the rooks be a-vled to the elems high an' dark,
An' the water do roar at mill.

An' the flickeren light drough the window-peaene
Vrom the candle's dull fleaeme do shoot,
An' young Jemmy the smith is a-gone down leaene,
A-playen his shrill-vaiced flute.
An' the miller's man
Do zit down at his ease
On the seat that is under the cluster o' trees.
Wi' his pipe an' his cider can.

MAY.

Come out o' door, 'tis Spring! 'tis May
The trees be green, the vields be gay;
The weather's warm, the winter blast,
Wi' all his train o' clouds, is past;
The zun do rise while vo'k do sleep,
To teaeke a higher daily zweep,
Wi' cloudless fe