AND that was when the chevaldour <br />Through the whole of night <br />Sang, for the moon of mid-July <br />Made the hillside bright. <br /> <br />Morfydd to David ap Gwillam spoke <br />When the song they did not hear, <br />'Something is stirring in the fern, <br />A living thing comes near.' <br /> <br />'Twas not the wolf, 'twas not the deer <br />That came with pause and bound; <br />A creature stood above the pair <br />Ap Gwillam's Irish hound <br /> <br />And knew them then, and knew them there <br />Where the pine branches wave, <br />As close beside, as deep in earth, <br />As lone as in a grave!<br /><br />Padraic Colum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/imitation-of-a-welsh-poem/
