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XIX. THE MÊN-SCRYFA (THE WRITTEN STONE).
Brown Caer Galva takes the sun and hearsThe wailing winds, the sorrow-laden deep,
That mourned with all the people for the sleep
Of Rialobran, a prince without his peers.
But yet he died as heroes die—the spears
Not ever backward, and the castle keep
Unstormed, the kine, the oxen, and the sheep
Safe for his father's milk-pail, knife, and shears.
How many a chief on Galva's rocky mound
Has looked on this lone pillar with a sigh,
And prayed his son might meet as brave a death;
And those three Saxon kings, that supped hard by,
Tossed horns to Rialobran and cursed the wound,
Yet could not drive dark sorrow from the heath.
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