Llanyis on Irfon, thine oaks in the drear
Red eve of December are wind-swept and sere,
Where a king by the stream in his agony lies,
And the life of a land ebbs away as he dies.
Caradoc, thy sceptre for centuries kept,
Shall it pass like the ripple, unhonour'd, unwept:
Unknowing the lance, and the victim unknown,
Far from Aberffraw's halls and Eryri the lone!
O dark day of winter and Cambria's shame,
To the treason of Builth when from Gwynedd he came,
And Walwyn and Frankton and Mortimer fell
Closed round unawares by the fold in the dell!
--As who, where the shadow beneath him is thrown,
By some well in Saharan high noontide alone
Sits under the palm-tree, nor hears the low breath
Of the russet-maned foe panting hot for his death;
So Llywelyn,--unarm'd, unaware:--Is it she,
Bright star of his morning, when Gwynedd was free,
Fair bride, the long sought, taken early, goes by?
In the heart of the breeze the lost Eleanor's sigh?
Or the one little daughter's sweet face with a gleam
Of glamour looks out, as the dream in a dream?
Or for childhood's first sunshine and calm does he yearn,
As the days of Maesmynan in memory return?
Or,--dear to the heart's-blood as first-love or wife,--
The mountains whose freedom was one with his life,
Gray farms and green vales of that ancient domain,
The thousand-years' kingdom, he dreams of again?
Or is it the rage of stark Edward; the base
Unkingly revenge on a kinglier race;
The wrong idly wrought on the patriot dead;
The dark castle of doom; the scorn-diadem'd head?
--Lo, where Rhodri and Owain await thee!--The foe
Slips nearing in silence: one flash--and one blow!
And the ripple that passes wafts down to the Wye
The last prayer of Llywelyn, the nation's last sigh.
But Llanynis yet sees the white rivulet gleam,
And the leaf of December fall sere on the stream;
While Irfon his dirge whispers on through the combe,
And the purple-topt hills gather round in their gloom.
_Where a king_; The war in which Llywelyn fell was the inevitable result
of the growing power of England under Edward I; and, considering the vast
preponderance of weight against the Welsh Prince it could not have ended
but in the conquest of Wales. Yet its issue, as told here, was
determined as if by chance.
_Aberffraw_; in Anglesea: the residence of the royal line of Gywnedd from
the time of Rhodri Mawr onwards.
_Eryri_; the Eagle's rock is a name for Snowdon. The bird has been seen
in the neighbourhood within late years.
_Is it she_; Eleanor, daughter to Simon de Montfort. After some years of
betrothal and impediment arising from the jealousy of Edward I, she and
Llywelyn were married in 1278. But after only two years of happiness,
Eleanor died, leaving one child, Catharine or Gwenllian.
_Maesmynan_; by Caerwys in Flintshire; where Llywelyn lived retiredly in
youth.
_The thousand-years' kingdom_; The descent of the royal house of North
Wales is legendarily traced from Caradoc-Caractacus. But the accepted
genealogy of the Princes of Gwynedd begins with Cunedda Wledig
(Paramount) cir. 400: ending in 1282 with Llywelyn son of Gruffydd.
_The scorn-diadem'd head_; On finding whom he had slain, Frankton carried
Llywelyn's head to Edward at Rhuddlan, who, with a barbarity unworthy of
himself, set it over the Tower of London, wreathed in mockery of a
prediction (ascribed to Merlin) upon the coronation of a Welsh Prince in
London.
_Rhodri and Owain_; Rhodri Mawr, (843), who united under his supremacy
the other Welsh principalities, Powys and Dinefawr; Owain Gwynedd,
(1137),--are among the most conspicuous of Llywelyn's royal predecessors.