The Visions of England | Page 9

Evesham field was proven
O happy hills! O summer sky?Above the valley bent!?Your peacefulness rebukes the rage?Of blood on blood intent!?No thought was then for death or life?Through that long dreadful hour,?While Simon 'mid his faithful few?Stood like an iron tower,
'Gainst which the winds and waves are hurl'd?In vain, unmoved, foursquare;?And round him raged the insatiate swords?Of Edward and De Clare:?And round him in the narrow combe?His white-cross comrades rally,?While ghastly gashings, cloud the beck?And crimson all the valley,
And triple sword-thrusts meet his sword,?And thrice the charge he foils,?Though now in threefold flood the foe?Round those devoted boils:?And still the light of England's cause?And England's love was o'er him,?Until he saw his gallant boy?Go down in blood before him:--
He hove his huge two-handed blade,?He cried ''Tis time to die!'?And smote around him like a flail,?And clear'd a space to lie:--?'Thank God!'--no more;--nor now could life?From loved and lost divide him:--?And night fell o'er De Montfort dead,?And England wept beside him.
In the words given here to Simon (and, indeed, in the bulk of my narrative) I have almost literally followed Prothero's Life. The struggle, like other critical conflicts in the days of unprofessional war, was very brief.
THE DIRGE OF LLYWELYN
December 10: 1282
Llanyis on Irfon, thine oaks in the drear?Red eve of December are wind-swept and sere,?Where a king by the stream in his agony lies,?And the life of a land ebbs away as he dies.
Caradoc, thy sceptre for centuries kept,?Shall it pass like the ripple, unhonour'd, unwept:?Unknowing the lance, and the victim unknown,?Far from Aberffraw's halls and Eryri the lone!
O dark day of winter and Cambria's shame,?To the treason of Builth when from Gwynedd he came,?And Walwyn and Frankton and Mortimer fell?Closed round unawares by the fold in the dell!
--As who, where the shadow beneath him is thrown,?By some well in Saharan high noontide alone?Sits under the palm-tree, nor hears the low breath?Of the russet-maned foe panting hot for his death;
So Llywelyn,--unarm'd, unaware:--Is it she,?Bright star of his morning, when Gwynedd was free,?Fair bride, the long sought, taken early, goes by??In the heart of the breeze the lost Eleanor's sigh?
Or the one little daughter's sweet face with a gleam?Of glamour looks out, as the dream in a dream??Or for childhood's first sunshine and calm does he yearn,?As the days of Maesmynan in memory return?
Or,--dear to the heart's-blood as first-love or wife,--?The mountains whose freedom was one with his life,?Gray farms and green vales of that ancient domain,?The thousand-years' kingdom, he dreams of again?
Or is it the rage of stark Edward; the base?Unkingly revenge on a kinglier race;?The wrong idly wrought on the patriot dead;?The dark castle of doom; the scorn-diadem'd head?
--Lo, where Rhodri and Owain await thee!--The foe?Slips nearing in silence: one flash--and one blow!?And the ripple that passes wafts down to the Wye?The last prayer of Llywelyn, the nation's last sigh.
But Llanynis yet sees the white rivulet gleam,?And the leaf of December fall sere on the stream;?While Irfon his dirge whispers on through the combe,?And the purple-topt hills gather round in their gloom.
Where a king; The war in which Llywelyn fell was the inevitable result of the growing power of England under Edward I; and, considering the vast preponderance of weight against the Welsh Prince it could not have ended but in the conquest of Wales. Yet its issue, as told here, was determined as if by chance.
Aberffraw; in Anglesea: the residence of the royal line of Gywnedd from the time of Rhodri Mawr onwards.
Eryri; the Eagle's rock is a name for Snowdon. The bird has been seen in the neighbourhood within late years.
Is it she; Eleanor, daughter to Simon de Montfort. After some years of betrothal and impediment arising from the jealousy of Edward I, she and Llywelyn were married in 1278. But after only two years of happiness, Eleanor died, leaving one child, Catharine or Gwenllian.
Maesmynan; by Caerwys in Flintshire; where Llywelyn lived retiredly in youth.
The thousand-years' kingdom; The descent of the royal house of North Wales is legendarily traced from Caradoc-Caractacus. But the accepted genealogy of the Princes of Gwynedd begins with Cunedda Wledig (Paramount) cir. 400: ending in 1282 with Llywelyn son of Gruffydd.
The scorn-diadem'd head; On finding whom he had slain, Frankton carried Llywelyn's head to Edward at Rhuddlan, who, with a barbarity unworthy of himself, set it over the Tower of London, wreathed in mockery of a prediction (ascribed to Merlin) upon the coronation of a Welsh Prince in London.
Rhodri and Owain; Rhodri Mawr, (843), who united under his supremacy the other Welsh principalities, Powys and Dinefawr; Owain Gwynedd, (1137),--are among the most conspicuous of Llywelyn's royal predecessors.
THE REJOICING OF THE LAND
1295
So the land had rest! and the cloud of that heart-sore struggle and pain Rose from her ancient hills, and peace shone o'er her again, Sunlike chasing the plagues wherewith the land was defiled;