Littell's Living Age/Volume 128/Issue 1653/Deep in the Valley

                 Welsh Air - "Waters of Elle."

Deep in the valley, afar from every beholder,
     In the May morning my true love came to me:
Silent we sate, her head upon my shoulder;
     Fondly we dreamed of the days about to be:
     Fondly we dreamed of the days so soon to be.

Deep in the valley, the rain falls colder and colder:
     Safely she sleeps beneath the churchyard tree:
Yet still I feel her head upon my shoulder,
     Yet still I dream of the days that could not be:
     Yet still I weep o'er the days that will not be.