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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
!
"