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Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Address To Morfydd After She Married His Rival
Too long I've loved the fickle maid, My love is turned to ...

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

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

The Rose Of Llan Meilen
Sweet Rose of Llan Meilen! you bid me forget That ever i...

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

The Swan
Thou swan, upon the waters bright, In lime-hued vest, like...

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

The Poor Man's Grave
'Neath the yew tree's gloomy branches, Rears a mound ...

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

An Address To The Summer
of Llanbadarn Fawr, Cardiganshire, and was born about ...

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

The Monarchy Of Britain
Sons of the Fair Isle! forget not the time, Ere spoilers h...

Song To Arvon
by the Rev. Evan Evans, a Clergyman of the Church of Eng...

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

The Holly Grove
Sweet holly grove, that soarest A woodland fort, an armed ...

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

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

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

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

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



The Swan






Category: The Sentimental.

Thou swan, upon the waters bright,
In lime-hued vest, like abbot white!
Bird of the spray, to whom is giv'n
The raiment of the men of heav'n;
Bird of broad hand, in youth's proud age,
Syvaddon was thy heritage!
Two gifts in thee, fair bird, unite
To glean the fish in yonder lake,
And bending o'er yon hills thy flight
A glance at earth and sea to take.
Oh! 'tis a noble task to ride
The billows countless as the snow;
Thy long fair neck (thou thing of pride!)
Thy hook to catch the fish below;
Thou guardian of the fountain head,
By which Syvaddon's waves are fed!
Above the dingle's rugged streams,
Intensely white thy raiment gleams;
Thy shirt like crystal tissue seems;
Thy doublet, and thy waistcoat bright,
Like thousand lilies meet the sight;
Thy jacket is of the white rose,
Thy gown the woodbine's flow'rs compose, {142}
Thou glory of the birds of air,
Thou bird of heav'n, oh, hear my pray'r!
And visit in her dwelling place
The lady of illustrious race:
Haste on an embassy to her,
My kind white-bosomed messenger--
Upon the waves thy course begin,
And then at Cemaes take to shore;
And there through all the land explore,
For the bright maid of Talyllyn,
The lady fair as the moon's flame,
And call her "Paragon" by name;
The chamber of the beauty seek,
And mount with footsteps slow and meek;
Salute her, and to her reveal
The cares and agonies I feel--
And in return bring to my ear
Message of hope, my heart to cheer!
Oh, may no danger hover near
(Bird of majestic head) thy flight!
Thy service I will well requite!





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