ST. DAVID'S DAY
My eyes are void with vision; I sing but I cannot speak;I hide in the vaporous caverns like a creature wild and weak;But for ever my harps are tuned and for ever my songs are sung,And I answer my tyrants ever in an unknown tongue.
When the blue men broke in the battle with the Roman or the Dane,In the cracks of my ghastly uplands they gathered like ghosts again.Some say I am still a Druid, some say my spirit showsCatholic, Puritan, Pagan; but no man knows.
Mother of God's good witches, of all white mystery,Whatever else I am seeking, I seek for thee.For the old harp better fitted and swung on a stronger thong,We, that shall sing for ever; O hear our song!
'The Seven Swords.'
'The Seven Swords.'
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