As pining captive quits his cell,
O’er shining sea and purple fell,
Again to see the sun go down:
As once behind great Penmanmawr,
A ball of fire, o’er Conway Bay
He silent hung, then sank away,
And beauteous shone the evening star.
My village home at length I reach,
And stand beside my father’s door;
His feet are on its step no more: