Bedd petrual a wnaed i Fronwen ferch Lyr ar lan Alaw, ac yno a gladdwyd hi. (Mabinogion)
Branwen was buried here, so long ago
Time lies upon her like the drifted snow.
By Alaw bank, in M├┤n, her grave was found,
Four-sided, lonely, in the surge's sound.
Branwen who was most lovely, child of Llyr,
King of this isle, long since, was buried here —
She that went oversea, Matholwch's bride,
To Ireland, and was driven from his side,
And saw the slaying of Gwern her son, and came
To M├┤n again, and died, for sorrow and shame.
*****
Far in the silver night a dog barks on,
Faint as a cry from those dim centuries gone.
As faint, as far, a voice within the wave,
Like vanished beauty crying from the grave
" Alas!" and " Never more, O never more!",
Makes sorrowful song upon the ocean shore.
Lovers unloved, lost children far from home,
Weep and grieve on, there in the moonshot foam.
Here Branwen broke her heart, so long ago
Time lies upon her like the drifted snow.
Bedd petrual a wnaed i Fronwen ferch Lyr ar lan Alaw, ac yno a gladdwyd hi. (Mabinogion)
Branwen was buried here, so long ago
Time lies upon her like the drifted snow.
By Alaw bank, in M├┤n, her grave was found,
Four-sided, lonely, in the surge's sound.
Branwen who was most lovely, child of Llyr,
King of this isle, long since, was buried here —
She that went oversea, Matholwch's bride,
To Ireland, and was driven from his side,
And saw the slaying of Gwern her son, and came
To M├┤n again, and died, for sorrow and shame.
*****
Far in the silver night a dog barks on,
Faint as a cry from those dim centuries gone.
As faint, as far, a voice within the wave,
Like vanished beauty crying from the grave
" Alas!" and " Never more, O never more!",
Makes sorrowful song upon the ocean shore.
Lovers unloved, lost children far from home,
Weep and grieve on, there in the moonshot foam.
Here Branwen broke her heart, so long ago
Time lies upon her like the drifted snow.
Branwen was buried here, so long ago
Time lies upon her like the drifted snow.
By Alaw bank, in M├┤n, her grave was found,
Four-sided, lonely, in the surge's sound.
Branwen who was most lovely, child of Llyr,
King of this isle, long since, was buried here —
She that went oversea, Matholwch's bride,
To Ireland, and was driven from his side,
And saw the slaying of Gwern her son, and came
To M├┤n again, and died, for sorrow and shame.
*****
Far in the silver night a dog barks on,
Faint as a cry from those dim centuries gone.
As faint, as far, a voice within the wave,
Like vanished beauty crying from the grave
" Alas!" and " Never more, O never more!",
Makes sorrowful song upon the ocean shore.
Lovers unloved, lost children far from home,
Weep and grieve on, there in the moonshot foam.
Here Branwen broke her heart, so long ago
Time lies upon her like the drifted snow.
Bedd petrual a wnaed i Fronwen ferch Lyr ar lan Alaw, ac yno a gladdwyd hi. (Mabinogion)
Branwen was buried here, so long ago
Time lies upon her like the drifted snow.
By Alaw bank, in M├┤n, her grave was found,
Four-sided, lonely, in the surge's sound.
Branwen who was most lovely, child of Llyr,
King of this isle, long since, was buried here —
She that went oversea, Matholwch's bride,
To Ireland, and was driven from his side,
And saw the slaying of Gwern her son, and came
To M├┤n again, and died, for sorrow and shame.
*****
Far in the silver night a dog barks on,
Faint as a cry from those dim centuries gone.
As faint, as far, a voice within the wave,
Like vanished beauty crying from the grave
" Alas!" and " Never more, O never more!",
Makes sorrowful song upon the ocean shore.
Lovers unloved, lost children far from home,
Weep and grieve on, there in the moonshot foam.
Here Branwen broke her heart, so long ago
Time lies upon her like the drifted snow.