the waves, going from one mountain to the next and, as it were, kissing the ridges of blue-white water.
And for the life of me I could only admire the old ship as it struggled so valiantly through it all. Marvellous and terrible are His powers; yea, and marvellously terrible too the devices of men who were created in His image, though I had never before seen or felt how close the connection.
I had four hours of bliss which were to leave their mark on my whole life, and blessed are they who have had such an experience. But while my soul was feasting joyously, my poor body was rigid with cold and fatigue; and most tenderly did the old captain show his concern for me, and he had the grace to remain silent, moreover, for his warm Irish nature understood that speech was not possible after so much emotion, and that my greatest need now was for rest, which I then took in all its sweetness. I was later informed that I had slept round the clock, and when I awoke and looked out through the port-hole, the sun was shining cheerfully and the green slopes of Portugal gradually coming into view, and Oh! the world was beautiful that morning; it had never been so lovely, and I had begun to live anew.
Gwymon y Môr ( Y Brodyr Owen, 1909)
R. Williams Parry
I most prefer to listen to the wind within the walls of my own room. I have been out in it on the mountain; but this invisible one, which blinds men wherever they may be, also deafens them out there. Out there, when it gets up its roar, nothing else dares whisper. The course of the world is seen as if through a telescope, because the silence imposed by distance has been cast over everything. Nothing is heard of the train's chugging, as it fails to overtake its own smoke on the embankment below. It runs, moreover, on rubber rails. The trees twist upon themselves along the nearer slopes, but nothing that can be comprehended is to be heard of the moan. 'The waterfall's tumult!