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for a moment, lost sight of the beauteous lake of 

 Llynsavaddon. But I must again glance at it as its 

 waters breast its lone green islet, and bend round to 

 shelter beneath the woody ramparts of Skethrog, at 

 its western termination. Here scrambling down the 

 wooded bank into the level of that below, I saw, for 

 the first time, in its native loveliness, and almost 

 oriental splendour, in its peerless stainless beauty, 

 and countless argent globes, filling the air with a 

 peculiar fragrance as they floated gracefully upon the 

 waters the WHITE WATEB-LILY, (Nymphcea alba), 

 and so vivid was the impression, so lovely did the 

 spectacle appear, as the breeze ever and anon visiting 

 the tangled recesses of the llyn, kept flapping the 

 huge heart-shaped leaves of the lilies, that the remem- 

 brance of the scene has ever connected the Water-lily 

 in my mind with poetical imaginings. 



TO LAKE LLYNSAVADDON WITH ITS LILIES. 

 Silent and tranquil as a sheet of ice 

 Bas'd on an emerald meadow rich and fair, 

 As seeming bright and cold thy surface lies, 

 And save those solitary firs, as bare ; 

 For all is lonely, not a boat is there 

 To skim along the waters ; but how bright 

 In long extending lines they wave and glare, 

 Beneath Skethrog and huge Dervaddon's height 



The sulky Van still keeps his forehead out of sight. 



So Llynsavaddon, on thy shores I gaz'd 

 In one bright interval from Llangorse tow'r ; 

 The landscape sinil'd with beauty, the sun blaz'd 

 With double splendour, I enjoyed his power; 

 So, lately wearied with the pealing show'r, 

 I stood; delighted to enjoy the beams 

 Of that divine exhiliratiug hour ; 

 When rose the Lily on the lake : who seems 

 All lovely as she is, the fairy of the streams. 



