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Wales PoetryThe Castles Of WalesYe fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of... A Bridal Song Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, While the flowers are... The Eisteddfod, Strike the harp: awake the lay! Let Cambria's voice be h... Taliesin's Prophecy A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among,... An Ode To The Thunder his bardic name of Dafydd Ionawr, was born in the year 1... To The Lark "Sentinel of the morning light! Reveller of the... The Swan Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like... Pennillion Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g... Llywarch Hen's Lament On Cynddylan Taliesin in the sixth century. He was engaged at the batt... The Sick Man's Dream Dans le solitaire bourgade, Revant a ses maux triste... The Faithful Maiden At the dawning of day on a morning in May, When the bi... The Bard's Long-tried Affection For Morfydd All my lifetime I have been Bard to Morfydd, "golden m... Tribanau Serjeant Parry, the eminent barrister) says: "The followin... The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ... The Cuckoo's Tale Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the... The Death Of Owain Lo! the youth, in mind a man, Daring in the battle's v... The Rose Of The Glen Although I've no money or treasure to give, No palace or c... The Lord Of Clas The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and... Song To Arvon by the Rev. Evan Evans, a Clergyman of the Church of Eng... The Hall Of Cynddylan The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night, I weep, for th... |
A Bridal SongCategory: 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. Next: The Legend Of Trwst Llywelyn Previous: Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire,
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