YOU ask why these mountains delight me no more, <br />And why lovely Clwyd's attractions are o'er; <br />Ah! have you not heard, then, the cause of my pain? <br />The pride of fair Clwyd, the boast of the plain, <br />We never, no never, shall gaze on again! <br /> <br />What though from her coldness keen anguish I felt, <br />And vainly, to move her, in agony knelt; <br />Yet could I restore her, I'd never complain, <br />Not e'en though she doomed me to endless disdain.... <br />I'd bear any torture to see her again. <br /> <br />I grieved when on others with kindness she gazed, <br />I mourned when another with pleasure she praised; <br />But could I recall her to life by my pain, <br />I'd urge her to favour some happier swain, <br />And wish no reward but to see her again. <br /> <br />Those beauties that charmed me, from death I would free, <br />Though sure that those beauties another's should be! <br />But truth, and affection, and grief are all vain; <br />The pride of fair Clwyd, the boast of our plain, <br />We never, ah never! can gaze on again!<br /><br />Amelia Opie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-ask-why-these-mountains/
