ep
Lew vrom the wind, my true love asleep,
--in the night.

While in the grey-wall'd height o' the tow'r,
--in the night,
Sounded the midnight bell wi' the hour,
--in the night,
There lo! a bright-heaeir'd angel that shed
Light vrom her white robe's zilvery thread,
Put her vore-vinger up vor to meaeke
Silence around lest sleepers mid weaeke,
--in the night.

"Oh! then," I whisper'd, do I behold
--in the night.
Linda, my true-love, here in the cwold,
--in the night?"
"No," she meaede answer, "you do misteaeke:
She is asleep, but I that do weaeke,
Here be on watch, an' angel a-blest,
Over her slumber while she do rest,
--in the night."

"Zee how the winds, while here by the bough,
--in the night,
They do pass on, don't smite on her brow,
in the night;
Zee how the cloud-sheaedes naiseless do zweep
Over the house-top where she's asleep.
You, too, goo by, in times that be near,
You too, as I, mid speak in her ear
--in the night."

LEEBURN MILL,

Ov all the meaeds wi' shoals an' pools,
Where streams did sheaeke the limber zedge,
An' milken vo'k did teaeke their stools,
In evenen zun-light under hedge:
Ov all the wears the brook did vill,
Or all the hatches where a sheet
O' foam did leaep below woone's veet,
The pleaece vor me wer Leeburn Mill.

An' while below the mossy wheel
All day the foamen stream did roar,
An' up in mill the floaten meal
Did pitch upon the sheaeken vloor.
We then could vind but vew han's still,
Or veet a-resten off the ground,
An' seldom hear the merry sound
O' geaemes a-play'd at Leeburn Mill.

But when they let the stream goo free,
Bezide the drippen wheel at rest,
An' leaves upon the poplar-tree
Wer dark avore the glowen west;
An' when the clock, a-ringen sh'ill,
Did slowly beaet zome evenen hour,
Oh! then 'ithin the leafy bow'r
Our tongues did run at Leeburn Mill.

An' when November's win' did blow,
Wi' hufflen storms along the plain,
An' blacken'd leaves did lie below
The neaeked tree, a-zoak'd wi' rain,
I werden at a loss to vill
The darkest hour o' rainy skies