on Saxons.

I am not ignorant of a Head which is glorious

and venerable;

It made perpetual entertainment for the warriors,

their joys would have been immortal;

If they had not opened the door of the south,

they would have feasted for ever,

Listening to the song of the fairy Birds of

Rhiannon.

Let not anyone instruct me concerning the Glassy

Isle;

In the garments of the saints who returned from

it were rich odours of Paradise.

All this I knew, and yet my knowledge was

ignorance.

For one day, as I walked by Caer-rhiu in the

principal forest of Gwent,

I saw golden Myfanwy as she bathed in the

brook Tarogi,

Her hair flowed about her; Arthur's crown had

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