Note 167 — WELSH MELODIES.
Reading edition
“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! The Hall of Cynddylan is without love this night, Since he that own’d 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!” Owen’s Heroic Elegies of Llywarch Hen.