#Welsh
A week ago I had a fire To warm my feet, my hands and face… Cold winds, that never make a frie… Crept in and out of every place. Today the fields are rich in grass…
I thought my true love slept; Behind her chair I crept And pulled out a long pin; The golden flood came out, She shook it all about,
I saw the fog grow thick, Which soon made blind my ken; It made tall men of boys, And giants of tall men. It clutched my throat, I coughed;
To think my thoughts are hers, Not one of hers is mine; She laughs—while I must sigh; She sighs—while I must whine. She eats—while I must fast;
What is this life if, full of care… We have no time to stand and stare… No time to stand beneath the bough… And stare as long as sheep or cows… No time to see, when woods we pass…
WHAT moves that lonely man is no… Of waves that break agains the cli… Nor roar of thunder, when that tra… Is caught by rocks that carry far… 'Tis not the groan of oak tree i i…
Now shall I walk Or shall I ride? “Ride”, Pleasure said; “Walk”, Joy replied. Now what shall I—
Come, let us find a cottage, love, That’s green for half a mile aroun… To laugh at every grumbling bee, Whose sweetest blossom’s not yet f… Where many a bird shall sing for y…
When primroses are out in Spring, And small, blue violets come betwe… When merry birds sing on boughs gr… And rills, as soon as born, must s… When butterflies will make side-le…
I pray you, Sadness, leave me soo… In sweet invention thou art poor! Thy sister, Joy can make ten song… While thou art making four. One hour with thee is sweet enough…
Cold winds can never freeze, nor t… The cup of cheer that Beauty draw… Out of those Azure heavens and th… I drink and drink, and thirst the… To see the dewdrops thrill the bla…
Yes, I will spend the livelong da… With Nature in this month of May; And sit beneath the trees, and sha… My bread with birds whose homes ar… While cows lie down to eat, and sh…
As I walked down the waterside This silent morning, wet and dark; Before the cocks in farmyards crow… Before the dogs began to bark; Before the hour of five was struck
Sweet Chance, that led my steps a… Beyond the town, where wild flower… A rainbow and a cuckoo, Lord, How rich and great the times are n… Know, all ye sheep
I saw this day sweet flowers grow… But not one like the child did pic… I heard the packhounds in green pa… But no dog like the child heard ba… I heard this day bird after bird—