Felicia Hemans

“ From A Selection of Welsh Melodies
THE SEA-SONG OF GAVRAN.* [1]
Air-"The live long Night."
Watch ye well! The moon is shrouded
On her bright throne;
Storms are gathering, stars are clouded,
Waves make wild moan. ”

“ The Hall of Cynddylan is lonely and bare,
No banquet, no guest, not a footstep is there!
Oh! where are the warriors who circled its board?
—The grass will soon wave where the mead-cup was pour'd! ”

“ From Deva's waves, with lightning glance,
Reflected to the day!
But who the torrent-wave compels
A conqueror's chain to bear?
Let those who wake the soul that dwells
On our free winds, beware! ”

“ With fearful power the noon-day reigns,
And the palm-trees yield no shade:
But let the angry sun
From Heaven look fiercely red,
Unfelt by those whose fight is done!—
There slumber England's Dead. ”

“ BALLAD—THE DYING CHIEF.
(From a manuscript Poem.)
The stars look'd down on the battle-plain,
Where night-winds were deeply sighing,
And with shattered lance, by his war-steed, slain,
Lay a youthful Chieftain dying. ”

“ And the heart of the hero shall burn be at the sound;
The free winds of Maelor* [5] shall swell with their name,
And Owain's rich Hirlas be fill'd to their fame!
↑ * Hirlas–from Hir long, and glas blue or azure. ↑ † "Fetch the horn, that we may drink together, whose gloss is like the waves of the sea; whose green handles shew the skill of the artist, and are tipp'd with gold."—From the Hirlas of Owain Cyfeiliog. ↑ ‡ "Heard ye in Maelor the noise of war, the horrid din of arms, their furious onset, loud as in the battle of Bangor, where fire flashed out of their spears?"—From the same. ”