Undir an umbir
Undir an umbir of a grete tre
I syt to pursit the grend simmetre
Twen hwat we can ken
And not hwat we ken not
So we aul steare cleare
Cotte to grev, grev to cotte,
Ane hande tyed bihind,
Ane eene tyrnid blind...
Or are they?
Our not-aye keaps peerring awaye -
Yiet we hav no no-tang to see and to saye;
We liev in the laungwedged,
The un-lengwedged's un-seen
Excepte fore thit seemingley faullible een
Whos eemagis fayl to reech our mind
And escepe anee grep like fayr Rosalind.
Thus we syt in the umbir
In unbyrabyl light
And we drem, and we drem
Till the sweven's expyr'd.