Here you will find the Poem Song. Low hung the dark clouds of poet Amelia Opie
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!'