Song. Low Hung The Dark Clouds

LOW hung the dark clouds on Plinlimmon's tall peak, And slowly, yet surely, the winter drew near; When Ellen, sweet Ellen, a tear on her cheek, Exclaimed as we parted, 'In May I'll be here.' How swiftly I ran up the mountain's steep height, To catch the last glimpse of an object so dear! And, when I no longer could keep her in sight, I thought on her promise,....'In May I'll be here.' Now gladly I mark from Plinlimmon's tall peak The low-hanging vapours and clouds disappear, And climb the rough mountain, thence Ellen to seek, Repeating her promise....'In May I'll be here.' But vainly I gaze the wide prospect around, 'T is May, yet no Ellen returning is near: Oh, when shall I see her! when feel my heart bound, As sweetly she cries, 'It is May, and I'm here!'