Sinopsis

At Aber, where Llewellyn's palace stood, In turbulence of laughter down the vale The torrent, murmurous with many a fall, Danceth its mazy gladness, flowery-foamed, And the proud mountains plumed with fir and fern Stand purple in the sun. Llewellyn's hall Rang with the revelries of harp, and 3on& And wassail ; and each bearded warrior's cup, By fair-haired pages crowned with generous wine. Stood ruby to the rim.