James Elroy Flecker

The Welsh Sea

Far out across Carnarvon bay,
    Beneath the evening waves,
The ancient dead begin their day
    And stream among the graves.

Listen, for they of ghostly speech,
    Who died when Christ was born,
May dance upon the golden beach
    That once was golden corn.

And you may learn of Dyfed's reign,
    And dream Nemedian tales
Of Kings who sailed in ships from Spain
    And lent their swords to Wales.

Listen, for like a golden snake
    The Ocean twists and stirs,
And whispers how the dead men wake
    And call across the years.