As day did darken on the dewless grass,
There, still, wi nwone a-come by me
To stay a-while at hwome by me
Within the house, all dumb by me,
I zot me sad as the eventide did pass.
An there a winblast shook the rattlèn door,
An seemed, as win did mwoan without,
As if my Jeäne, alwone without,
A-stannèn on the stwone without,
Wer there a-come wi happiness oonce mwore.
I went to door; an out vrom trees above
My head, upon the blast by me,
Sweet blossoms wer a-cast by me,
As if my Love, a-past by me,
Did fling em downa token ov her love.
Sweet blossoms o the tree where I do murn,
I thought, if you did blow vor her,
Vor apples that should grow vor her,
A-vallèn down below vor her,
O then how happy I should zee you kern!
But no. Too soon I voun my charm a-broke.
Noo comely soul in white like her
Noo soul a-steppèn light like her
An nwone o comely height like her
Went by; but all my grief ageän awoke.
