Llangors (a poem)

When the hills were pale with morning,                         There were hedges laced with gossamer,
And the woods were half awake,                                     And butterflies flew high,
I found a fairy village,                                                       Where honeysuckle bugles
By a lovely fairy lake!                                                        Were pointing to the sky.

Oh, the witchery and whiteness                                       Oh, the dreamy, dreamy silence
Of each sun-splashed cottage wall!                                As though nothing were awake,
The friendly slant of slated roofs,                                    Where grey Llangors Church
Where chimney shadows fall!                                           Kept watch across the lake.

There were scarlet apples hanging                                 And the little hills were giants
From strangely twisted trees,                                           By the sudden glory kissed,
And golden pears were swinging                                    For all the mighty Beacons
Gently in the breeze.                                                          Had vanished in the mist.

Oh, the daring flaring riot                                                There was magic in the morning.
Of flowers everywhere!                                                      Silver woods were half awake,
Geraniums and marigold                                                  And I found a fairy village,
And clematis were there.                                                   By a lovely fairy lake.

Anon.

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Llangors (a poem)