Hearts May See

Hearts May See

In herth shall find ye all of graces,

Mrth see it whin doth gaze nervin faces.

Shant be ere en blaze a smolder

From en a blessed soft be your shoulder.

Aye lone men do much fer love

Don' ye see 'er, morning dove?

Find em ere en crost a sea,

Shall find ser wif a prophesy

Of hope an hope til evil wonder,

Look not o’er land but heart an yonder.

True be words you ear ma say?

Shall find me truth a’other day?

For how can a lover know when at’ll be,

But when y’rs be gone and hearts may see.