No word of sorrow did’st thou speak, 35
But tears stole down thy tremulous cheek.
The wished for hour at length was come,
And thou had’st housed me in thy home,
On fair Gwerndwffnant’s billowy hill,
Had’st led me to its crystal rill, 40
And led me through the dingle deep
Up to the highest grassy steep,
The sheep walk where the snow-white lambs
Sported beside their quiet dams.