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The crags of Snowdon
cry in creaking wind -
does Arthur sleep within?
Bones of sheep
whiten the cwms.
The rocks of Tryfan sigh
in shrouding snow -
does Bedivere lie here?
Ravens rise
at Dinas Emrys.
And the waters of Llyn Llydaw
whisper to the shore -
does Excalibur rest below?
Samite fish
hide in the rushes.
by Gladys Mary Coles
© Wendy Bardsley 2014
Eidyllon