A VOICE from time departed yet floats thy hills among, O Cambria! thus thy prophet bard, thy Taliesin sung: "The path of unborn ages is traced upon my soul, The clouds which mantle things unseen away before me roll, A light the depths revealing hath o'er my spirit passed, A rushing sound from days to be swells fitful in the blast, And tells me that forever shall live the lofty tongue To which the harp of Mona's woods by freedom's hand was strung. "Green island of the mighty! I see thine ancient race Driven from their father's realm to make the rocks their dwelling-place! I see from Uthyr's kingdom the sceptre pass away, And many a line of bards and chiefs and princely men decay. But long as Arvon's mountains shall lift their sovereign forms, And wear the crown to which is given dominion o'er the storms, So long, their empire sharing, shall live the lofty tongue To which the harp of Mona's woods by freedom's hand was strung!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOU ARE FIRE EATERS by MARIANNE MOORE THE BLIND GOD by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE CHARGE AT SANTIAGO by WILLIAM HAMILTON HAYNE AMERICAN THEMES FOR A GILBERT by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A THOUGHT ON DEATH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD RARE INTERVALS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN PREFIXED TO THOMAS RAVENSCROFT'S 'DISCOURSE...' by THOMAS CAMPION |