Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ERYRI WEN, by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS


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First Line: Theirs was no dream, o monarch hill
Last Line: Their spirit dwells with thee!
Alternate Author Name(s): Browne, Felicia Dorothea
Subject(s): Snowdon (mountain), Wales


THEIRS was no dream, O monarch hill,
With heaven's own azure crowned!
Who called thee -- what thou shalt be still,
White Snowdon! -- holy ground.

They fabled not, thy sons who told
Of the dread power enshrined
Within thy cloudy mantle's fold
And on thy rushing wind!

It shadowed o'er thy silent height,
It filled thy chainless air,
Deep thoughts of majesty and might
Forever breathing there.

Nor hath it fled! the awful spell
Yet holds unbroken sway,
As when on that wild rock it fell
Where Merddin Emrys lay!

Though from their stormy haunts of yore
Thine eagles long have flown,
As proud a flight the soul shall soar
Yet from thy mountain-throne!

Pierce then the heavens, thou hill of streams!
And make the snows thy crest!
The sunlight of immortal dreams
Around thee still shall rest.

Eryri! temple of the bard!
And fortress of the free!
Midst rocks which heroes died to guard,
Their spirit dwells with thee!





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