Wales Poetry

The Banks Of The Dee
One morning in May, when soft breezes were blowing O'er...

Dafydd Ap Gwilym To The White Gull
Bird that dwellest in the spray, Far from mountain woods a...

The Bard's Long-tried Affection For Morfydd
All my lifetime I have been Bard to Morfydd, "golden m...

Old Morgan And His Wife
Hus.--Jane, tell me have you fed the pigs, Their cry is ...

The Vengeance Of Owain {96}
Gruffydd ab Cynan, Prince of Gwynedd, or North Wales, and ...

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

That Had Been Converted Into A May-pole In The Town Of Llanidloes, In Montgomeryshire
Ah! birch tree, with the verdant locks, And reckless min...

Ode To Cambria
Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and...

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

The World And The Sea: A Comparison
Like the world and its dread changes Is the ocean when it ...

The Castles Of Wales
Ye fortresses grey and gigantic I see on the hills of...

To The Daisy
Oh, flower meek and modest That blooms of all the soonest,...

To May
the following and several other poems in this collection. ...

Roderic's Lament
Farewell every mountain To memory dear, Each streamlet...

Farewell To Wales
The voice of thy streams in my spirit I bear; Farewell; ...

Short Is The Life Of Man
Man's life, like any weaver's shuttle, flies, Or, like a t...

The Immovable Covenant
the Welsh of Mr. H. Hughes, was a Minister in the Baptist ...

To The Lark
"Sentinel of the morning light! Reveller of the...

May And November
Sweet May, ever welcome! the palace of leaves Thy hand for...

Translated By The Rev William Evans
God doth withhold no good from those Who meekly fear him ...

Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn

Category: The Sentimental.

In the depth of yonder valley,
Where the fields are bright and sunny,
Ruth was nurtured fair and slender
Neath a mother's eye so tender.

Listening to the thrush's carols.
Was her pleasure in her gambols,
And ere she grew up a maiden
Gwilym's voice was sweet in Dyffryn.

Together did they play in childhood,
Together ramble in the greenwood,
Together dance upon the meadow,
Together pluck the primrose yellow.

Both grew up in youthful beauty
On the lap of peace and plenty,
And before they could discover
Love had linked its silent fetter.

Ruth had riches--not so Gwilym,
Her stern sire grew cold unto him,
And at length forbade him coming
Any more to visit Dyffryn.

Gwilym thence would roam the wild-wood,
Where he wander'd in his childhood,
And would shun his home and hamlet,
Pensive sitting in the thicket.

Ruth would, weeping, walk the garden,
And survey the blank horizon
For a passing glimpse of Gwilym--
But all vain her tears and wailing.

Gwilym said, "I'll cross the ocean,
And abide among the heathen,
In the hope of getting riches,
Which alone the father pleases."

But, before he left his country,
Once, by stealth, he met the lady,
And beneath the beech's shadow
Vow'd undying love in sorrow.

Much the weeping--sad the sighing,
When they parted in the gloaming,
Gwilym for a distant region,
Ruth behind in desolation.

Time flew fast, and many a wooer
Came to Ruth an ardent lover;
But in vain they sought the maiden,
For she held her troth unbroken.

Owain Wynn had wealth in plenty,
Earnest was his deep entreaty,
And tho' favour'd by the father,
Yet all vain was his endeavour.

Years now pass'd since Ruth saw Gwilym,
But her dreams were always of him,
And tho' morning undeceived her,
Nightly did she see him near.

One fair evening Ruth was sitting
In the spot of their last parting,
When she thought she saw her Gwilym
Cross the meadows green of Dyffryn.

Was it fact or apparition?
Slow she mov'd to test the vision,
Who was there but her own true love
Come to claim her in the green grove.

Gwilym now possessed abundance,
Gold and pearls displayed their radiance,
Soon the father gave him welcome
To his house and daughter handsome.

Quick the wedding-day was settled,
Ruth to Gwilym then was married,
Long they lived in bliss and plenty,
Pride and envy of the valley.





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