:

_A tryste with Morfydd true I made_,
'_Twas not the first_,_ in greenwood glade_,
_In hope to make her flee with me_;
_But useless all_, _as you will see_.

_I went betimes_, _lest she should grieve_,
_Then came a mist at close of eve_;
_Wide o'er the path by which I passed_,
_Its mantle dim and murk it cast_.
_That mist ascending met the sky_,
_Forcing the daylight from my eye_.
_I scarce had strayed a furlong's space_
_When of all things I lost the trace_.
_Where was the grove and waving grain_?
_Where was the mountain hill and main_?

* * * * *

_Before me all affright and fear_,
_Above me darkness dense and drear_,
_My way at length I weary found_,
_Into a swaggy willow ground_,
_Where staring in each nook there stood_
_Of wry mouthed elves a wrathful brood_.

_Full oft I sank in that false soil_,
_My legs were lamed with length of toil_.
_However hard the case may be_
_No meetings more in mist for me_.

Two of the above lines, somewhat differently worded, were
given in _Wild Wales_, Vol. i, p. 184.

LINES DESCRIPTIVE OF THE EAGERNESS OF A SOUL TO REACH 251
PARADISE. [_Now to my rest I hurry away_]

FILICAIA'S SONNET ON ITALY. [_O Italy_! _on whom dark 290
Destiny_]

TRANSLATION OF AN ENGLYN FORETELLING TRAVELLING BY STEAM. 341
[_I got up in Mona_, _as soon as_ '_twas light_]

TRANSLATION OF A WELSH STANZA ABOUT SNOWDON. [_Easy to 360
say_ '_Behold Eryri_']

STANZAS ON THE SNOW OF SNOWDON. [_Cold is the snow on 365
Snowdon's brow_]

VOL. II

LINES FROM BLACK ROBIN'S ODE IN PRAISE OF ANGLESEY. 33
[_Twelve sober men the muses woo_]

LINES ON A SPRING. [_The wild wine of Nature_] 112

THINGS WRITTEN IN A GARDEN. [_In a garden the first of 158
our race was deceived_]

EL PUNTO DE LA VANA. [_Never trust the sample when you 215
go your cloth to buy_]

LLANGOLLEN'S ALE. [_Llangollen's brown ale is with malt 275
and hop rife_]

POVERTY AND RICHES. AN INTERLUDE. [_O Riches_, _thy 328
figure is charming and bright_]

A reduced facsimile of the first page of the Manuscript
of this _Interlude_ is given herewith, facing page 99.

AN ODE TO SYCHARK. BY IOLO GO