From Dinas Brân’s majestic brow,
Looks o’er the fairy world below,
And listens to the sound!
I feel her presence on the scene!
The summer air is more serene,
The deep woods wave in richer green,
The wave more gently flows!
O fair as ocean’s curling foam![183]
Lo! with the balmy hour I come—
The hour that brings the wanderer home,