GREEN mwold on zummer bars do show mould

That they've a-dripp'd in Winter wet;

The hoof-worn ring o’ groun’ below

The tree, do tell o’ storms or het; heat

The trees in rank along a ledge

Do show where woonce did bloom a hedge; once

An’ where the vurrow-marks do stripe

The down, the wheat woonce rustled ripe.

Each mark ov things a-gone vrom view—

To eyezight's woone, to soulzight two. one

The grass ageän the mwoldrèn door mouldering

's a tóken sad o’ vo'k a-gone, folk

An’ where the house, bwoth wall an’ vloor,

's a-lost, the well mid linger on. may

What tokens, then, could Meäry gi'e give

That she'd a-liv'd, an’ liv'd vor me,

But things a-done vor thought an’ view?

Good things that nwone ageän can do,

An’ every work her love ha’ wrought,

To eyezight's woone, but two to thought.