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THE BURIED CITY OF CARDIGAN BAY. |
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XII. THE BURIED CITY OF CARDIGAN BAY.
When son of Seithyn—be his name accursed—Because he could not brook the drunkard's shame
Yet would be drunkard, felt his blood aflame
Against the king who made him chief and first;
And so from banquet stole, and let the thirst
Of that old sea share with him drunkard's name,
He deemed the depths would bury his ill fame,
And fearlessly Caer Gwyddno's dams he burst.
The moon was full, flowed in the salt sea tide,
O'er farm and byre the bitter waters ran,
Reconquered all man's war from ocean won,
But still the breezes sigh, as Gwyddno sighed,
And still along the shores of Cardigan
The storm-waves hiss a curse for Seithyn's son.
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