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SYLVAN MORFYDD
White Morfydd through the woods
Went on a moonlit night:
Never so pure a sight
As that, as white
White Morfydd in the woods.
Went on a moonlit night:
Never so pure a sight
As that, as white
White Morfydd in the woods.
White Morfydd through the woods
Moved, as a spirit might:
The cool leaves with delight
Stirred round the white
White Morfydd in the woods.
Moved, as a spirit might:
The cool leaves with delight
Stirred round the white
White Morfydd in the woods.
White Morfydd through the woods
Went lonely and went bright:
She was those woodlands' light,
My lost, most white
White Morfydd in the woods.
Went lonely and went bright:
She was those woodlands' light,
My lost, most white
White Morfydd in the woods.
Outlook, 28 Dec. 1901.
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