sen year, an' gleam
Upon the yellow-grounded stream,
That still by beech-tree sheaedes do stray.
The light o' weaeves, a-runnen there,
Did play on leaves up over head,
An' vishes sceaely zides did gleaere,
A-darten on the shallow bed,
An' like the stream a-sliden on,
My zun out-measur'd time's agone.

There by the path, in grass knee-high,
Wer buttervlees in giddy flight,
All white above the deaeisies white,
Or blue below the deep blue sky.
Then glowen warm wer ev'ry brow,
O' maid, or man, in zummer het,
An' warm did glow the cheaeks I met
That time, noo mwore to meet em now.
As brooks, a-sliden on their bed,
My season-measur'd time's a-vled.

Vrom yonder window, in the thatch,
Did sound the maidens' merry words,
As I did stand, by zingen birds,
Bezide the elem-sheaeded hatch.
'Tis good to come back to the pleaece,
Back to the time, to goo noo mwore;
'Tis good to meet the younger feaece
A-menten others here avore.
As streams do glide by green mead-grass,
My zummer-brighten'd years do pass.

LINDA DEAeNE.

The bright-tunn'd house, a-risen proud,
Stood high avore a zummer cloud,
An' windy sheaedes o' tow'rs did vall
Upon the many-window'd wall;
An' on the grassy terrace, bright
Wi' white-bloom'd zummer's deaisy beds,
An' snow-white lilies nodden heads,
Sweet Linda Deaene did walk in white;
But ah! avore too high a door,
Wer Linda Deaene ov Ellendon.

When sparklen brooks an' grassy ground,
By keen-air'd Winter's vrost wer bound,
An' star-bright snow did streak the forms
O' beaere-lim'd trees in darksome storms,
Sweet Linda Deaene did lightly glide,
Wi' snow-white robe an' rwosy feaece,
Upon the smooth-vloor'd hall, to treaece
The merry dance o' Chris'mas tide;
But oh! not mine be balls so fine
As Linda Deaene's at Ellendon.

Sweet Linda Deaene do match the skies
Wi' sheenen blue o' glisnen eyes,
An' feairest blossoms do but show
Her forehead's white, an' feaece's glow;
But there's a winsome jay above,
The brightest hues ov e'th an' skies.
The dearest zight o' many eyes,
Would be the smile o' Linda's love;
But high above my lowly love
Is Linda Deaene ov Ellendon.

[Gothic: Eclogue.]

COME AND ZEE US IN THE ZUMMER.

_John; William; William's Bwoy; and William's Maid at Feaeir._

JOHN.

Zoo here be your childern, a-sheaeren
Your feaeir-day