Welsh Journals

DARK DAUGHTER Oh, dark daughter of a fair town, The racing rivers of night Cradled your birth in the wintered vales Of the late white hours of snow; When tremulous saplings of spring Gossiped through valleys of light, Green in a year's restoration, And the face of the shining month Edged peaks in the windows bright Of the untimed sky. Dark daughter, each year with the saplings You grew, deepening with bloom Of the young in springs unending And the joy of a childhood dream. Oh, let there always be music And the crystal mirror of love, Reflecting grace of the years In features transmuted by time, An echo enduring of the first Dark daughter of a fair town. Griffith Williams MYNYDD TRYFAN (yn cyfarch y dringwyr) Fy hedd sydd megis gweddi—a'r awel Gâr hwianfy stori; A rhydd iasfy ngheyrydd i Gur i herwyr Eryri. Gwyr talog ar y tylau—trwy alaeth Meistrolant fy nghreigiau: Ystribed o bryfed brau— Dringant i rwydi'r angau! Os mwyn yw fy nghlogwyni—gwae efo Sy'n treisio 'mwtresi; Miniog yw llafnau'r meini— Llofrudd ofynydd wyf i! Gwilym R Jones