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First Line: Beneath this massy keep
Last Line: Saw where his great soul slept.
Subject(s): Courts & Courtiers; Death; Disappeared Persons; Wales; Dead, The; Missing Persons; Welshmen; Welshwomen


I

BENEATH this massy keep
And down this glen
Rode our great lord, the Prince Glyndwr,
That king of men;
But now the years are old
And his hearths are cold ...
And he will not ride again.

II

But yet I saw him come,
Stalwart and strong,
Riding—with eyes that blazed like stars—
To quench a wrong:
And this I saw and heard
In a dream that stirred
Out of a peasant's song.

III

I saw him come once more,
Still proud and tall,
But there were none to staunch his wounds
Or hear his call:
And he passed from grave to grave,
But the dead no answer gave
To his lone footfall.

IV

And so, from hill to hill,
Calling, he crept
Until Death answered,'Come—my Prince' ...
And the woods wept:
And they rode where no man knows—
Not even the wind that blows
Saw where his great soul slept.





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