#WelshWriters
Here’s an example from A Butterfly; That on a rough, hard rock Happy can lie; Friendless and all alone
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…
I sit beneath your leaves, old oak… You mighty one of all the trees; Within whose hollow trunk a man Could stable his big horse with ea… I see your knuckles hard and stron…
Thou dost not fly, thou art not pe… The air is all around: What is it that can keep thee set, From falling to the ground? The concentration of thy mind
No idle gold—since this fine sun,… Is no mean miser, but doth freely… No prescious stones—since these gr… Without a charge, their pearls whe… No lifeless books—since birds with…
Indeed this is the sweet life! my… Is under no proud man’s command; There is no voice to break my rest Before a bird has left its nest; There is no man to change my mood,
When I had money, money, O! I knew no joy till I went poor; For many a false man as a friend Came knocking all day at my door. Then felt I like a child that hol…
When I came forth this morn I saw Quite twenty cloudlets in the air; And then I saw a flock of sheep, Which told me how these clouds cam… That flock of sheep, on that green…
Sing out, my soul, thy songs of jo… Sing as a happy bird will sing Beneath a rainbow’s lovely arch In the spring. Think not of death in thy young da…
One night when I went down Thames’ side, in London Town, A heap of rags saw I, And sat me down close by. That thing could shout and bawl,
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…
She walks as lightly as the fly Skates on the water in July. To hear her moving petticoat For me is music’s highest note. Stones are not heard, when her fee…
With thy true love I have more we… Than Charon’s piled-up bank doth… Where he makes kings lay down thei… And life-long misers leave their g… Without thy love I’ve no more wea…
This night, as I sit here alone, And brood on what is dead and gone… The owl that’s in this Highgate W… Has found his fellow in my mood; To every star, as it doth rise -
When on a summer’s morn I wake, And open my two eyes, Out to the clear, born-singing ril… My bird-like spirit flies. To hear the Blackbird, Cuckoo, T…