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IX. THE TORRENT WALK, DOLGELLY.
Across the bridge and thro' the huddled town,Along the oak-clad river bank we passed,
Our eyes perforce were ever backward cast
To where dark Moel looked in grandeur down;
But still The Torrent claimed us for its own,
And those grey Arrans eastward held us fast,
Till sudden, at the tale of blood aghast,
We fronted Offryn, and its hideous frown.
We turned to thread a hollow murmuring vale,
From step to step a streamlet downward sprung,
Now laughing white, now solemn pool on pool;
No more distressed for Cymric Offryn's tale,
From sun to shadow, and from heat to cool,
We heard a torrent speak our English tongue.
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