Wales Poetry

Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn
In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright...

A Bridal Song
Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, While the flowers are...

The Dawn
Streaking the mantle of deep night The rays of light ...

Childe Harold
"Oh Gwynedd, fast thy star declineth, Thy name is gone, t...

An Ode On The Death Of Hoel
of the sixth century. He was himself a soldier, and d...

Concerning The Divine Providence
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The Deluge
* * * * * Whether to the east or west You go, wondr...

The Withered Leaf
Dry the leaf above the stubble, Soon 'twill fall into ...

To The Spring
Oh, come gentle spring, and visit the plain, Far scatte...

The Death Of Owain
Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's v...

The Circling Of The Mead Horns
Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn: Natural is mead...

The Day Of Judgment
was a native of Anglesea, and entered the Welsh Church...

The Ewe
So artless art thou, gentle ewe! Thy aspect kindles...

The Lord Of Clas
The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and...

The Legend Of Trwst Llywelyn
Once upon a time, Llywelyn was returning from a great battl...

The Battle Of Gwenystrad
contemporary of Aneurin in the sixth century. He appe...

To The Nightingale
river of that name was born at Mold, in Flintshire, in the...

The Lament Op Llywarch Hen
The bright hours return, and the blue sky is ringing ...

Woman
Gentle Woman! thou most perfect Work of the Divine Arc...

Llywarch Hen's Lament On Cynddylan
Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the batt...

A Bridal Song

Category: The Beautiful.

Wilt thou not waken, bride of May,
While the flowers are fresh, and the sweet bells chime?
Listen, and learn from my roundelay,
How all life's pilot-boats sailed one day,
A match with time.

Love sat on a lotus leaf afloat,
And saw old time in his loaded boat;
Slowly he crossed life's narrow tide,
While love sat clapping his wings and cried,
"Who will pass time?"

Patience came first, but soon was gone
With helm and sail to help time on;
Care and grief could not lend an oar,
And prudence said while he staid on shore,
"I will wait for time."

Hope filled with flowers her cork tree bark,
And lighted its helm with a glow worm spark;
Then love, when he saw her bark fly fast,
Said, "Lingering time will soon be passed,
Hope outspeeds time."

Wit, next nearest old time to pass,
With his diamond oar, and his boat of glass;
A feathery dart from his store he drew,
And shouted, while far and swift it flew,
"O mirth kills time."

But time sent the feathery arrow back,
Hope's boat of amaranths missed its track;
Then love made his butterfly pilots move,
And, laughing, said, "They shall see how love
Can conquer time."

His gossamer sails he spread with speed,
But time has wings when time has need;
Swiftly he crossed life's sparkling tide,
And only memory stayed to chide
Unpitying time.

Wake, and listen then bride of May,
Listen and heed thy minstrel's rhyme;
Still for thee some bright hours stay,
For it was a hand like thine, they say,
Gave wings to time.





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