Uit Wætan, Revisited

When ocean fetes Elisium aforetime,
sunns wl aris.
Uhta nourysst ussse wi’ dryng, sublime
dew do to pris!
D’ Queyn fixeth his gai, roseate lens
(séll reckon wos be d’ washerwimmens).
Some folk wha mum
Spelles and cum—
en wytut dream byn what happens.