The Hall in Darkness (Welsh bardisch gedicht)

The hall of Cynddylan´s dark to-night:
The hearth is cold that burnt so bright:
My tears fall down in the ashes white.
The hall of Cynddylan is dark to-night:
Without cheer of fire of candlelight;
None there save God! Lord keep me aright!
Dark, dark, to-night is Cynddylan’s Hall,
Where once the red fire-light cheered the wall:
The silence creep and spreads o’er all.
The door of Cynddylan swings wide to-night
In the wind, on Carreg Hetwyth’s height:
It’s guests are gone, in it’s dark despite.
The hall of Cynddylan is bitter chill:
Where my harp had honour, the wind is shrill,
Where the guest once gathered on Hetwyth hill.
Ah, Hall of Cynddylan, is t pieces me,
Where once was thy heart’s warm countesy,
To-night thy somber walls to see.
 
 

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