From Southey'a Mn^oc,



Now bad prince Madoc left the holy isle,
Lnd homeward to Aberfraw, throa^h the wildt
^f Arvon, beot his course. A little wa^
[e turned aside, by natural impulses
[oved, to behold Cadwalon's lonely hut;
'bat lonely dwelling stood among the hills,
^y a grey mountain-stream ; just elevate
.bove the winter torrents did it stand,
Fpon a craggy bank $ an orchard slope
^rose behind, and joyous was the scene,
a early summer, when those anlic trees
bone with their blushing blossoms, and the flax
vrinkled beneath the breeze its liveliest greea.
ut, save the flax fields, and that orchard slope,
II else was desolate, and now all wore
fsc sober hue; the narrow vale which wound
niong the hills, was grey with rocks, that peer'd
bove its shallow soil ; the mountain side
^wk% loose with stones bestrewn, which, oftentimes
iding beneath the foot of straggling goat,
latter'd adown the steep, or huger crags,
bicb, when the coming frost shoald loosen tbem,
ould thunder down. All things assorted well
itb that grey mountain hue : the low stone lines,
bif b scarcely seem*d to be the work of man,
i« dwelling, rudely rear'd with stones unhewn,
to fitobble flax, the crooked apple trees,
oy with their fleecy moss and misletoe,
« %vhite-bark'd birch, now leafless, and tfie ash^
|io«e knotted roots were like the rifted rotk,

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Through which they forced their way. Adown the vale
Broken by stones, and o'er a stony bed,
Roll'd the loud mountain stream.
When Madoc came,
A little child was sporting by the brook.
