“Matins, he reads the lesson,
A chasuble of plumage on.
His cry from a grove, his brightshout
Over countrysides rings out,
Hill prophet, maker of moods,
Passion's bright bard of glenwoods.”

—  Dafydd ap Gwilym

Plygain y darllain deirllith,
Plu yw ei gasul i'n plith.
Pell y clywir uwch tiroedd
Ei lef o lwyn a'i loyw floedd.
Proffwyd rhiw, praff awdur hoed,
Pencerdd gloyw angerdd glyngoed.
"Y Ceiliog Bronfraith" (The Thrush), line 7; translation from Anthony Conran and J. E. Caerwyn Williams (trans.) The Penguin Book of Welsh Verse (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1967) p. 145.

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Plygain y darllain deirllith,<br/>Plu yw ei gasul i'n plith.<br/>Pell y clywir uwch tiroedd<br/>Ei lef o lwyn a'i loyw floedd.<br/>Proffwyd rhiw, praff awdur hoed,<br/>Pencerdd gloyw angerdd glyngoed.

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