Poems consisting of a tour through parts of North and South Wales, sonnets, odes, and an epistle to a friend on physiognomy. By W. Sotheby |
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| XIII. | SONNET XIII. ON CROSSING THE ANGLESEY STREIGHT TO BANGOR, AT MIDNIGHT. |
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SONNET XIII. ON CROSSING THE ANGLESEY STREIGHT TO BANGOR, AT MIDNIGHT.
'Twas night, when from the Druid's gloomy cave,Where I had wander'd, tranc'd in thought, alone,
'Mid Cromlech's and the Carnedd's funeral stone,
Pensive and slow I sought the Menaï's wave:
Lull'd by the scene, a soothing stillness laid
Each pang to rest. O'er Snowdon's cloudless brow
The moon that full orb'd rose, with peaceful glow
Beam'd on the rocks; with many a star array'd
Glitter'd the broad blue sky; from shore to shore
O'er the smooth current stream'd a silver light,
Save where along the flood, the lonely height
Of rocky Penmaen-maur deep darkness spread;
And all was silence, save the ceaseless roar
Of Conway bursting on the ocean's bed.
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