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OXWICH BAY, GOWER by ARTHUR GLYN PRYS-JONES

First Line: THE NIGHT HUNG HEAVY, BLACK AND CHILL
Last Line: TRAILING LIKE SOME WINGED BIRD.
Subject(s): BATTLESHIPS; SEA; WALES; WAR; OCEAN; WELSHMEN; WELSHWOMEN;

I

THE night hung heavy, black and chill,
A blinding curtain on the hill;
A faint wind in the distance stirred
Far seas of sound ... but no one heard.
Nearer and nearer silence crept
From stone to stone, from tree to tree,
Like some slow smoke insidiously,
And the faint wind slept.
Then suddenly ... from a lanthorn veiled
A spear of light escaped and leapt,
A spear of light keen-edged and stark
Shattered the curtain of the dark—
And leaping round that naked hill
Stabbed at the men who lay so still,
The mammoth men who came to kill—
Who moved like death from the ships of woe
Wooing the traitor sands below—
To lie in the darkness here and wait,
Like wolves, for the swing of the postern gate.
And they shrank and quailed
From the leaping light
That broke the seal of that ebon night.

II

And then—
The forest surged in wild uproar,
A storm of voices rose: a trumpet blast
Shook out the stars. The sky's great dome
Clanged like an iron bell;
Dim, dazed, gigantic men
Thundered and fought and fell,
While the field's green floor
And the brown sea-loam
Reddened ... and reddened fast.

III

And so ... till the last
Great sheaf lay still in the torches' glow
The reapers plied their scythes amain;
For, born of midnight, this was stubborn yield,
This was no common grain—
These bearded giants roving far afield
Never to rove again.

IV

And, on the wind that to and fro
Blew from the mouth of the bitter glen,
They heard the sliding keels, the long ships go
Laden with broken men
From these fell shores,
Without one word
Without one sign,
Save the long line
Of weary oars
Trailing like some winged bird.



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