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(From Madoc)
NOW for Mathraval went Prince Madoc forth; | |
| O’er Menai’s ebbing tide, up mountain-paths, | |
| Beside gray mountain-stream and lonely lake, | |
| And through old Snowdon’s forest-solitude, | |
| He held right on his solitary way. | 5 |
| Nor paused he in that rocky vale where oft | |
| Up the familiar path, with gladder pace, | |
| His steed had hastened to the well-known door,— | |
| That valley o’er whose crags and sprinkled trees | |
| And winding stream so oft his eye had loved | 10 |
| To linger, gazing, as the eve grew dim, | |
| From Dolwyddelan’s Tower: alas! from thence, | |
| As from his brother’s monument, he turned | |
| A loathing eye, and through the rocky vale | |
| Sped on. From morn till noon, from noon till eve, | 15 |
| He travelled on his way; and when at morn | |
| Again the Ocean Chief bestrode his steed, | |
| The heights of Snowdon on his backward glance | |
| Hung like a cloud in heaven. O’er heath and hill | |
| And barren height he rode; and darker now, | 20 |
| In loftier majesty, thy mountain-seat, | |
| Star-loving Idris! rose. Nor turned he now | |
| Beside Kregennan, where his infant feet | |
| Had trod Ednywain’s hall; nor loitered he | |
| In the green vales of Powys, till he came | 25 |
| Where Warnway rolls its waters underneath | |
| Ancient Mathraval’s venerable walls, | |
| Cyveilioc’s princely and paternal seat. | |
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