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X. HARLECH.
Above the waves shine out the milk-white sands,High o'er the sands a headland rock, o'ergrown
With ivy, wears a castle for its crown,
And gold with soft sea-lichen, Harlech stands.
Sighs of a captive maid, the fierce commands
Of Collwyn, mad with Gwynedd, and the frown
Of Owain Glyndwr struggling for his own,
And Anjou's Margaret wringing anguished hands,—
These, Harlech, at thy bidding start from sleep.
But most, when winds are hushed, and tides are low,
From thy round-towered sanctuary steals
A tramp of men, a clash of armèd heels,
And by the music's mellow march I know
How, four years long, great David held the keep.
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