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TO THE STARS.
In one of his excursions to meet his lady love at Llanddwyn, in Anglesea (Mon), the poet was benighted and entangled in a thicket; when suddenly the stars burst forth with great splendour, and guided him safely home. In this poem he expresses his gratitude by extolling the beauty of the friendly luminaries.
Oh, I must have the wheels of May,
To guide me safely on my way,
Before I dare again to climb
The mountain precipice sublime—
Or rove amid the mountain rocks—
Or seek to quaff on yonder hill,
The mead, with her of glossy locks;
Oh, love to danger leads us still!
Last night, by reckless love betrayed,
I wandered through the midnight shade,
O’er long-ridged hills with many a moor,
And tangled thicket studded o’er;
And oft with stumbling feet I fell
O’er many a castle’s ruins bare:
At last I reached the city, where
The airy elves of darkness dwell!
A vast green town, whose mansions drear
High o’er the mountain’s summit peer:
Chilled with an agony of fear,
In vain I strove with sudden bound
To fly the wild and haunted ground.
