Sounded the midnight bell wi’ the hour,
—in the night,
There lo! a bright-heäir’d angel that shed
Light vrom her white robe’s zilvery thread,
Put her vore-vinger up vor to meäke
Silence around lest sleepers mid weäke,
—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 meäde answer, “you do misteäke:
She is asleep, but I that do weäke,
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-sheädes naïseless 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 meäds wi’ shoals an’ pools,
Where streams did sheäke the limber zedge,
An’ milkèn vo’k did teäke their stools,
In evenèn zun-light under hedge:
Ov all the wears the brook did vill,
