Too late I stayed,—forgive the crime!
Unheeded flew the hours:
How noiseless falls the foot of Time
That only treads on flowers!
And who, with clear account, remarks
The ebbings of this glass,
When all its sands are diamond sparks,
That dazzle as they pass?
O, who to sober measurement
Time’s happy swiftness...
When the black-lettered list to the gods was presented
(The list of what Fate for each mortal intends),
At the long string of ills a kind goddess relented,
And slipped in three blessings,—wife, children, and friends.
In vain surly Pluto maintained he was cheated,
For justice divine could not compass its ends;
The scheme of man’s penance...
The Spearmen heard the bugle sound,
And cheerily smiled the morn;
And many a brach, and many a hound,
Obeyed Llewellyn’s horn.
And still he blew a louder blast,
And gave a lustier cheer,
“Come, Gêlert, come, wert never last
Llewellyn’s horn to hear.
“O, where does faithful Gêlert roam,
The flower of all his...
