As I Stood Upon That Bridge I Almost Fancied Myself In
Paradise; Everything Looked So Beautiful Or Grand - Green, Sunny
Meadows Lay All Around Me, Intersected By The Brook, The Waters Of
Which Ran With Tinkling Laughter Over A Shingly Bottom.
Noble
Eilio to the north; enormous Pen Drws Coed to the south; a tall
mountain far beyond them to the east.
"I never was in such a
lovely spot!" I cried to myself in a perfect rapture. "Oh, how
glad I should be to learn the name of this bridge, standing on
which I have had 'Heaven opened to me,' as my old friends the
Spaniards used to say." Scarcely had I said these words when I
observed a man and a woman coming towards the bridge in the
direction in which I was bound. I hastened to meet them in the
hope of obtaining information. They were both rather young, and
were probably a couple of sweethearts taking a walk or returning
from meeting. The woman was a few steps in advance of the man;
seeing that I was about to address her, she averted her head and
quickened her steps, and before I had completed the question, which
I put to her in Welsh, she had bolted past me screaming "Ah Dim
Seasneg," and was several yards distant.
I then addressed myself to the man who had stopped, asking him the
name of the bridge.
"Pont Bettws," he replied.
"And what may be the name of the river?" said I.
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