Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A BALLAD OF GLYNDWR'S RISING, by ARTHUR GLYN PRYS-JONES Poet's Biography First Line: My son, the moon is crimson, and a mist is in the sky Last Line: For there's many will be sleeping at the falling of the dew. Subject(s): Mothers & Sons; Wales; Welshmen; Welshwomen | ||||||||
I MY SON, the moon is crimson, and a mist is in the sky Oh can't you hear the thudding feet, the horsemen speeding by? Oh can't you hear the muttering that swells upon the breeze And the whispers that are stealing through the chancel of the trees? To-night we two go riding, for the threads of fate are spun, And we muster far at Corwen at the rising of the sun. II My son, the winds are calling, and the mountains and the flood With a wail of deep oppression that wakes havoc in my blood. And I have waited, waited long throughout the bitter years For this hour of freedom's challenge and the flashing of the spears: So we two go riding, riding, through the meshes of the night, That we hail Glyndwr at Corwen at the breaking of the light. III My son, go kiss your mother, kiss her gently, she'll not wake, For a greater mother calls you, though you perish for her sake: Lo! the Dragon flag is floating out across the silver Dee, And the soul of Wales is crying at the very heart of me Crying justice, crying vengeance: pray, my son, for strength anew, For there's many will be sleeping at the falling of the dew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANTICHRIST, OR THE REUNION OF CHRISTENDOM; AN ODE by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON WALES VISITATION by ALLEN GINSBERG WELSH INCIDENT by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE BARD; A PINDARIC ODE by THOMAS GRAY THE TRIUMPHS OF OWEN: A FRAGMENT by THOMAS GRAY WELSH LANDSCAPE by RONALD STUART THOMAS A HYMN FOR ST. DAVID'S DAY (TO THE MEMORY OF SIR OWEN M. EDWARDS) by ARTHUR GLYN PRYS-JONES A SONG OF CALDEY (TO THE PRIOR AND BENEDICTINE BRETHREN ON THE ISLAND) by ARTHUR GLYN PRYS-JONES |
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