A photo of a river
credit: Geograph.org

Wrixlian

Wintre es lent weth its shrud,

by daye ond a night miltse,

Thouh rime frost, wintur ys went!

 

Everywhar

I haf no care ov a thing.

Bi sid the eris blewth Spring

also esie fra no thing than coolde.

Lamps lhyton da ceiling.