When April with her wild blue eye
Comes dancing over the grass,
And all the crimson buds so shy
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I
Prince of Bards was old Aneurin;
He the grand Gododin sang;
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In our old shipwrecked days there was an hour,
When in the firelight steadily aglow,
Joined slackly, we beheld the red chasm grow
Among the clicking coals. Our library-bower
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I
Ladies who in chains of wedlock
Chafe at an unequal yoke,
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Take thy lute and sing
By the ruined castle walls,
Where the torrent-foam falls,
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Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,
Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!
Quenched youth, and is that thy purse?
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Awakes for me and leaps from shroud
All radiantly the moon's own night
Of folded showers in streamer cloud;
Our shadows down the highway white
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What soul would bargain for a cure that brings
Contempt the nobler agony to kill?
Rather let me bear on the bitter ill,
And strike this rusty bosom with new stings!
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I.
Or shall we run with Artemis
Or yield the breast to Aphrodite?
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O might I load my arms with thee,
Like that young lover of Romance
Who loved and gained so gloriously
The fair Princess of France!
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