Hills of Annesley, bleak and barren, <br />Where my thoughtless childhood stray'd, <br />How the northern tempests, warring, <br />Howl above thy tufted shade! <br /> <br />Now no more, the hours beguiling, <br />Former favourite haunts I see; <br />Now no more my Mary smiling <br />Makes ye seem a heaven to me.<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/written-shortly-after-the-marriage-of-miss-chaworth/
