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For as I gaily crossed the grass, When holidays were keeping,
The loveliest lady ever was
Across the lawn came sweeping.
Passion stricken by the glowing
Virgin vision past me going,
" Ne'er," I cried, " in Cymru's showing
Was mortal maid such glory given ! For sure she is some angel bright
Strayed earthward out of Heaven!" |
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Pan o'wit yn hoenus iawnfy huyl, Ddiwarnod gwylyn gwylio,
Canfyddimi finyw lana Wioed, Ar.ysgawn droedyn rhodio.
Pan ei gwelais syth ml sefais,
Ynfy nghalon mi fcddyliats,
Welt ddynes lancCr cUymas,
A'i gwen yn harddu'r oil o'i chwmpas Nifyjfs&n gredu un dyn bywt
Nad oedd hi ryw angyles! |
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