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The Curlew

Dy alwad glywir hanner clydd / Your call is heard at high noon-day,
Fel ffliwt hyfrydlais uwch y rhos / A wistful flute across the mere;
Fel chwiban bugail a fo gudd / As herdman's whistle far away
Dy alwad glywir hanner nos; / Your call is heard at midnight clear.
Nes clywir, pan dwys a dy swn / Then hear we, as you swell your keen,
Cyfarth dy anweledig gwn. / Barking afar, your hounds unseen.

Dy braidd yw'r moel gymylau maith, / Your flocks the massive clouds of grey,
A'th barod gwn yw'r pedwar gwynt / And all four winds, your eager hounds,
Gorlanna'th ddiadelloedd llaith / Awhile do pen them ere they stray
I'w gwasgar eilwaith ar eu hynt / And scatter once more out of bounds,
Yn yrr ddiorffwys, laes ddifref / A mute and restless drove on high
Hyd lynfnion hafodlasu'r nef. / Amid the shielings of the sky.

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