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THE HALL OF CYNDDYLAN.
The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy to-night,*[1]
I weep, for the grave has extinguish'd its light;
The beam of its lamp from the summit is o'er,
The blaze of its hearth shall give welcome no more!
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*"The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy this night,
Without fire, without bed—
I must weep awhile, and then be silent.
The Hall of Cynddylan is gloomy this night,
Without fire, without being lighted—
Be thou encircled with spreading silence!
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The Hall of Cynddylan is without love this night,
Since he that owned it is no more—
Ah, Death! it will be but a short time he will leave me!
The Hall of Cynddylan it is not easy this night,
On the top of the rock of Hydwyth,
Without its lord, without company, without the circling feasts!"
See Owen's "Heroic Elegies of Llywarch Hen."
