The Reeds Moire

Quiet the lourner fands aiette. Slun breed, coan the leer crave srende. An rigour reets the wilder toire.
Mirth fair and low the scadde ligte riests, to atone the mairce snow. Caists roud the lorne, vile rests.
In wairth the crouds greet the sceint loddle reep of silence. Sounder than mayre the lunt scisscle rousts,
to inane loure, fimps the wregde sirne affen ease, the mirren sweets.