Poetical Remains of the Late Mrs Hemans/Druid Chorus on the Landing of the Romans
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WELSH MELODIES.
DRUID CHORUS ON THE LANDING OF THE ROMANS.
By the dread and viewless powers,
Whom the storms and seas obey,
From the Dark Isle's*[1] mystic bowers,
Romans! o'er the deep away!
Think ye, 'tis but nature's gloom
O'er our shadowy coast which broods?
By the altar and the tomb,
Shun these haunted solitudes!
Know ye Mona's awful spells?
She the rolling orbs can stay!
She the mighty grave compels
Back to yield its fettered prey!
Fear ye not the lightning-stroke?
Mark ye not the fiery sky?
Hence!—around our central oak
Gods are gathering—Romans, fly!
- ↑ * Ynys Dywyll, or the Dark Island, an ancient name for Anglesey.