My thoughts, wild Cambria! dwell with thee!
Alone o’er green savannas roving,
Where some broad stream in silence flows,
Or through th’ eternal forests moving,
One only home my spirit knows!
Sweet land, whence memory ne’er hath parted!
To thee on sleep’s light wing I fly;
But happier could the weary-hearted
Look on his own blue hills and die!