202 CATARACT OF THE LLUGWY. 



Ah ! what was then Llewelyn's pain ; 



For now the truth was clear, 

 His gallant hound the wolf had slain, 



To save Llewellyn's heir. 



Vain, vain was all Llewelyn's woe 



" Best of thy kind, adieu ! 

 The frantic blow which laid thee low 



This heart shall ever rue ! " 



And now a gallant tomb they raise, 

 With costly sculpture deck'd ; 



And marbles, storied with his praise, 

 Poor Gelert's bones protect. 



There, never could the spearmen pass 



Or forester, unmoved ; 

 There oft the tear-besprinkled grass 



Llewellyn's sorrow proved. 



And there he hung his horn and spear ; 



And there, as evening fell, 

 In fancy's ear he oft would hear 



Poor Gelert's dying yell. 



And till great Snowdon's rocks grow old, 

 And cease the storm to brave, 



The consecrated spot shall hold 

 The name of u Gelert's grave." 



THE CATARACT OF THE LLUGWY. The Llugwy 

 is an impetuous little torrent, on which are several 

 cascades ; the most celebrated of which is Rhaiader 

 y Wenol, or the " Cataract of the Swallow." At the 



