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HALLOWEEN by ARTHUR GLYN PRYS-JONES

First Line: ON BALA LAKE THE WIND IS HIGH
Last Line: ON BALA LAKE.
Subject(s): MORTALITY; SHADOWS; WALES; WELSHMEN; WELSHWOMEN;
ON Bala Lake the wind is high,
And loud the screaming marsh-fowl cry:
Around her shores grey waters moan,
And barren branches shake and groan
Beneath the stark, tumultuous sky;
While whispering voices sob and sigh,
And shadows lurk by tree and stone
On Bala Lake.

It is not meet that mortal eye
Should strive to see, nor wonder why
Old Aran trembles on her throne:
Enough to hear the monotone
Of wind-swept waters rolling by
On Bala Lake.



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