To Tintern Abbey walking
Along the English border,
Of ancient Wales,
From Hay-on-the-Wye,
Walking long
The afternoon of Spring,
To Tintern Abbey
Coming to hear
An Anglo Saxon princess sing,
Her walking long
From centuries moss dead,
We sang the Abbey chorus again,
Then reversed and tread
Back up the English terraced land,
Stone fenced beneath steep cliffs,
To Wales -
To Welsh heavens
and sun setting red
Glimmering her hair,
Brushing gentle against us,
And her Aberystwyth
Blue green eyes
Were the sky,
Her Queen Mother's tears,
The waters of Swansea Bay,
For in the green grass valley
Under Dylan's echoing lyrics
We did lay,
Hearing endless the poems
and songs of South Wales
As lovers from the antiquity
Were wont to do,
After walking long
Into the early dusk
of late moonlight day,
Returning to Tintern Abbey,
To the Wye Valley of Wales
and finding you,
In the Opus of eternity
Lingering forever
In the land of Cymru.
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