The Dream of Macsen Wledig

Form: Englyn Penfyr

In his dreams, she came, a lovely maiden
Fading fast as he awoke
And so to his men he spoke
To search all the lands both near and afar
Barring none to find his maid
As on his heart love has played
In Celtic lands, she’s found in innocent
Scents of love as they are wed
New nations born, so it’s said

©JGFarmer2020

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