English poem
To Morfydd
by Lionel Johnson (1867–1902)
A voice on the winds, A voice by the waters, Wanders and cries: Oh! what are the winds? And what are the waters? Mine are your eyes!
Western the winds are, And western the waters, Where the light lies: Oh! what are the winds? And what are the waters? Mine are your eyes!
Cold, cold, grow the winds, And wild grow the waters, Where the sun dies: Oh! what are the winds? And what are the waters? Mine are your eyes!
And down the night winds, And down the night waters, The music flies: Oh! what are the winds? And what are the waters? Cold be the winds, And wild be the waters, So mine be your eyes!