MEIRIONETH
Living paradise of flowers, land of honey, land of violet and blossoms,
land rich in crops, land of nut-bushes, and dear land of the hills,
John Machreth Rees ( MACHRETH)
HEATHER FLOWERS
Gaily they grow, the quiet throng, fair gems of the realm of sun and wind, the hanging bells of the high crags, flowers of the rocks, like cups of honey.
Eliseus Williams (Eifion Wyn) 1867-1926
THE POLE STAR
A lamp are you, above all stars of night, to guide sailors in the dusk;
lovely is your colour, sweet maid, standing in the doorway of the pole.
Colsett Colsett (Carnelian) 1834-1910
NIGHTFALL
Silence by the dark night; Eryri's
mountains veiled by mist;
The sun in the bed of brine,
The moon silvering the water.
Walter Davies (Gwalter Mechain) 1761-1849
EAVES
Giving, while the rain lasts, soft noises
Like a thousand being milked;
When the roof's thick with ice,
under it, strange teats appear.
Ellis Jones, 20th century
THE BELOVED
A fair cheek under a merry blue eye, two brows
Under a lattice of yellow curls;
For sure the sons of heaven were called
To splinter the gold for her hair.
David Roberts (Dewi Havhesp) 1831-1884
AN OLD WOMAN
Scant and straggling her yellow hair, from her lip
The bee's honey has fled;
Withered and poor is the white skin,
Briars insted of roses.
D.Gwenallt Jones (Gwenallt) 1899-1968
THE HOUR OF SLEEP
The hour of sleep has come silently, the hour of forgetfulness,
over the ranks of being,
A drowsy hour on the heavy shore
Of the sea men call mortality.
Robert Ellis (Cynddelw) 1812-1875
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