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POETRY. BALLADS OF THE CYMRY. THE LEGEND OF MORVYDD, THE TITAN-KING, AND THE AIKNAI DRAGON. (Continuedfrom our last). The Carnedd of the thousand kings; they piled it huge and high, And crowned it with the golden throne between the earth and sky Thereon each morn King Morvydd sat—the everlasting sun Saw never such a gorgeous sight as there he shone upon. K Now sound my golden trumpets sound-sound forty days at noon, In challenge to the G-.vynfyd Gods, if any dare come d o!v i,, If any dare descend to ear!h to arm him for the ring, And meet before the British Host, the British Titan king. Watch ye the eastern firmnment, for, if a god desoend, His light will flash from east to west, be'II cause the heaven to bend, The earth will rock to welcome him, the spa divide in two, And annwn, yawning at his tread, disclose her souls to view; Butfeur ye rof, my cedeirn brave, nor ever speak a word, L'ave ye the battle to my strength, the thunder of my sword, And if I fall, as fall I may, my spirit in the sky Shall still preside a Gwynfyd God to guard your destiny The sea shall be my charging steed, the tempest cloud my ear, And Morvydd still shall lead his sons, his Cymric sons, to war." For forty days King Morvydd sat on his oarnedd throne ou hiib, For forty days the trumpets rang, the Cymry watched the sky: Now, whence com'st thou, 0 messenger ? Hast met the dead by ni^ht 1 Why glare thy eyts so hollowly-what makes thy lips so white? *Ti3 horror hath consumed my eyes and blanched my cheeks so wan — Of a hundred knights that fought yestreen I am the only man. Against a dragon fiend we fought that rose from out the sea, With lance, and brand, and steel equipped, and proven panoply, The steel w'ts rind, the brand was grass, the lance but shivered attaw: Thy nine 'and ninety knights, 0 king, are in the dragon's maw." "The dragon i& the Gwynfyd God that guards the Werydd sea; He has heard n-y golden trumpets sound, and is come to fight with me. Now, daughter, bring my Titan arms to arm me for tha fray, And we will march with bannered ranks to Menai'a hannted hay; And go before, my trumpeter, and sound the challenge char, That all the Gods in Gwynfyd and all the earth may hear." (Note B. Dragons). The Cymry are marching and banners are streaming, And horses are neighing, and armour is ringing, TiiS p!)ss of Lianbe) is with splendour is beaming, The gaits of Llanberis with music tire singing, The forest around and the Wyddva afar Re-echo the peals of the taratitati-,ar- Re-echo the peals the trumpets prolong, As the sons of liti GaJarn keep step to the song. A thousand the trumpets, but their clauger is one, And u;> to the skies t'Hr challenge is gone, A:id breaks like a deluge on the dragon at Mon. j The Dragon lies down in the Ogwen bed- His tail in thp sea, in the river his head; Tie opens his jaws and swallows the stream- The stream, as he swallows, ascends in a steam, Rolling and clouding, and gilded with fire, For the breath of the Dragon haa ignited the air; And his rye, like a lens, where it fixps a minute, Draws flame from the tree and smoko from the granite; His tail churns the sea to hillocks of froth, Tumbling, ai d seething, and bubbling, anJ hot, With blows that report like cannonade shot; His wings on th shoulders, his wii:ga on the loin, Tower all alo't like sail of the line,— He shakes them alJroad they roar in the wind, The blast snaps the fir-trees before and behind j- Crimson and gold, and purple and blue, -—-pirorrpVy Wrrzes, ana the Rre shines thro' That dowti in hi:3 veins and give them their hue. "The Dragon his crossed the Menai for me, and he waits in the Ogwen bed, And the breath of his nostrils kindles the sky to yonder sheet of red. Now buckle me on my diamond helm, my diamond crest and cone Let my head be rayed like the midday aun when he rides the heavens alone; Bind ou my glistering sapphire cuirass, the hue of the sbadeJess sky, The hue of the fathomless Werydd sea, the hue of the angel eye; My Baldrio bring of the Emerald green, my opal for my gorge, My cuishes wrought in tb' unquenchable flame of the annwn armory forge, And stand from before my adamant shield while I draw its veil aside, For nothing rhere lives of woman born may its blaze of glory bide And tarry y not my sword unsheathed, for its edge of blinding fire, IJu" far behind in the Ogwen rocks and Penrhyn caves retire; And kiss me, Eilinis, my daughter dear—if there are gods on high, There's not in the nevol realms a god with a braver heart than I- There's not in the nevol realms of lor, with all their deathless glow, So beauteous a face, as the face of God, so fair a nevol as thou." May 23rd, 1859. MORMEIRION.

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