Aberdovey Music
Cyrch a chwta
The bells of Aberdovey Sound from a buried city Sunken far under the sea, Heard when the nights are stormy And carried inland, faintly, As far as Montgomery. Hearken! Music of the lost Haunts that coast, all shadowy.
And there could be voices there, Leagues and fathoms down, a choir Whose intoning reaches far Out along that lonely shore Up to ghostly cloud and air, Cadences profound and pure, Solemn choral, when the bell Has tolled the knell of the hour.
As winds on earth go over, Aeolian-wise, to stir Response of harp or zither, So, under ocean-water, Currents deeper and stronger Sweep strings of salt and silver In their ultramarine room, Break off, resume, and linger.
Hearken again! Is the lull Pause of canticle or bell, Rest or silence? Who can tell? During this calm interval The stones of sarn and sea-wall Come closer; call to them, call The music, sound or echo, From undertow and ground-swell.