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XI. BRONWYN THE FAIR.
HARLECH.
Small wonder that the child of Brân the blest,Grew into grace no prince's wealth could dower,
Seeing her hair shone yellow as the flower
That gilds the plain in summer, and her breast
Was white as is the sand that curls its crest
Seaward to bar the ocean; from her tower
Her blue eyes saw blue tides that changed each hour,
And golden heaved the waters to the west.
But whether June had laid the land in gold,
Or winter swept its silver to the green,
When larks leapt up to shake the air with glee,
Or hoarsely on the beach the wave was rolled,
Her being drank all beauty from the scene—
Yet one thing lacked: wave, air, bird, flowers were free.
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