LIGHT the hills! till heaven is glowing As with some red meteor's rays! Winds of night, though rudely blowing, Shall but fan the beacon-blaze. Light the hills! till flames are streaming From Yr Wyddfa's sovereign steep, To the waves round Mona gleaming, Where the Roman tracked the deep! Be the mountain watch-fires heightened, Pile them to the stormy sky! Till each torrent wave is brightened, Kindling as it rushes by. Now each rock, the mist's high dwelling, Towers in reddening light sublime; Heap the flames! around them telling Tales of Cambria's elder time. Thus our sires, the fearless-hearted, Many a solemn vigil kept, When, in ages long departed, O'er the noble dead they wept. In the winds we hear their voices -- "Sons! though yours a brighter lot, When the mountain-land rejoices, Be her mighty unforgot!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN CABANIS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: TENNESSEE CLAFLIN SHOPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SECOND COMING by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LAST AND WORST by FRANCES EKIN ALLISON SPANISH WINGS: A LEAF FROM A LOG BOOK by H. BABCOCK WHY DID YOU DEPART AT DUSK? by CLARISSA M. BAILEY |