Welsh Melodies/Druid Chorus, on the Landing of the Romans

by Felicia Hemans

For other versions of this work, see Druid Chorus on the Landing of the Romans.

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DRUID CHORUS ON THE LANDING OF THE ROMANS.

By the dread and viewless powers
    Whom the storms and seas obey,
From the Dark Isle’s^3[1] mystic bowers,
    Romans! o'er the deep away!
Think ye, 'tis but nature's gloom
    O'er our shadowy coast which broods?
By the altar and the tomb,
    Shun these haunted solitudes!

Know ye Mona's awful spells?
    She the rolling orbs can stay!
She the mighty grave compels
    Back to yield its fetter'd prey!
Fear ye not the lightning stroke?
    Mark ye not the fiery sky?
Hence!—around our central oak
    Gods are gathering—Romans, fly!

1. ³Ynys Dywyll, or the Dark Island—an ancient name for Anglesey.