THE WELSH SEA

Far out across Carnarvon bay,

Beneath the evening waves,

The ancient dead begin their day

And stream among the graves.

Listen, for they of ghostly speech,

Who died when Christ was born,

May dance upon the golden beach

That once was golden corn.

And you may learn of Dyfed's reign,

And dream Nemedian tales

Of Kings who sailed in ships from Spain

And lent their swords to Wales.

Listen, for like a golden snake

The Ocean twists and stirs,

And whispers how the dead men wake

And call across the years.