The door clapper (Y stwffwl)

O say not that Arthur will see me no more,

His kindness I merit, his anger deplore;

Tho' doubt made me silent, yet why should he fly,

Since the dawn of affection is timid and shy?

O will he return, his lov'd haunts to retrace?

Will no rash resentment appear in his face?

No more like a blast will he rush thro' the door,

And wring my sad heart with reproaches no more!