(from Borrow's Welsh Poems)
The mountain snow: The stag doth fly,
The wind about the roofs doth sigh.
Love cannot in concealment lie.
The mountain snow: the grove is dark,
The raven black; the hound doth bark.
God keep you from all evil work.
The mountain snow: the crust is sound;
The wind doth twist the reeds around.
Where ignorance is, no grace is found.
