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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SYLVAN MORTFYDD, by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: White morfydd through the woods | |||
White Morfydd through the woods White Morfydd through the woods next hit Went on a moonlit night: Went on a moonlit night: Never so pure a sight Never so pure a sight As that, as white As that, as white White Morfydd in the woods. White Morfydd in the woods. previous hit White Morfydd through the woods next hit Moved, as a spirit might: White Morfydd through the woods Moved, as a spirit might: The cool leaves with delight The cool leaves with delight Stirred round the white White Morfydd in the woods. Stirred round the white previous hit White Morfydd in the woods. White Morfydd through the woods Went lonely and went bright: White Morfydd through the woods She was those woodlands' light, My lost, most white Went lonely and went bright: She was those woodlands' light, White Morfydd in the woods. My lost, most white -1901 White Morfydd in the woods. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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