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The Dying Bard

Rating: 3.1

I.
Dinas Emlinn, lament; for the moment is nigh,
When mute in the woodlands thine echoes shall die:
No more by sweet Teivi Cadwallon shall rave,
And mix his wild notes with the wild dashing wave.

II.
In spring and in autumn thy glories of shade
Unhonour'd shall flourish, unhonour'd shall fade;
For soon shall be lifeless the eye and the tongue,

That view'd them with rapture, with rapture that sung.
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Hayden scott. E. 07 May 2018

I can't believe i'm a decedent of this man. His poetry is amazing compared to mine.

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