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ST GOVAN by ARTHUR GLYN PRYS-JONES

First Line: ST GOVAN HE BUILT HIM A CELL
Last Line: AS HIS CELL BY THAT SOUNDING SEA?
Subject(s): DEATH; FREEDOM; SOUL; WALES; DEAD, THE; LIBERTY; WELSHMEN; WELSHWOMEN;
I

ST GOVAN he built him a cell,
By the side of the Pembroke sea,
And there, as the crannied sea-gulls dwell,
In a tiny, secret citadel
He sighed for eternity.

II

St. Govan, he built him a cell
Between the wild sky and the sea,
Where the sunsets redden the rolling swell
And brooding splendour has thrown her spell
On valley and moorland lea.

III

St Govan still lies in his cell,
But his soul, long since, is free,
And one may wonder—and who can tell—
If good St Govan likes Heaven as well
As his cell by that sounding sea?



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