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TO MORFYDD
A voice on the winds,
A voice by the waters,
Wanders and cries:
Oh! what are the winds?
And what are the waters?
Mine are your eyes!
A voice by the waters,
Wanders and cries:
Oh! what are the winds?
And what are the waters?
Mine are your eyes!
Western the winds are,
And western the waters,
Where the light lies:
Oh! what are the winds?
And what are the waters?
Mine are your eyes!
And western the waters,
Where the light lies:
Oh! what are the winds?
And what are the waters?
Mine are your eyes!
Cold, cold, grow the winds,
And wild grow the waters,
Where the sun dies:
Oh! what are the winds?
And what are the waters?
Mine are your eyes!
And wild grow the waters,
Where the sun dies:
Oh! what are the winds?
And what are the waters?
Mine are your eyes!
And down the night winds,
And down the night waters,
The music flies:
Oh! what are the winds?
And what are the waters,
Cold be the winds,
And wild be the waters,
So mine be your eyes!
And down the night waters,
The music flies:
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And what are the waters,
Cold be the winds,
And wild be the waters,
So mine be your eyes!
1891.
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