Collected Folk Tales

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“Where hast thou been?”

“In Kent, in Gwent, in the wood, in Monmouth,

“In Maenol, Gorwenydd;

“And in the valley of Gwyn, the son of Nudd;

“See, the bright gold is the token.”

And he gave her the ring.

“Look not on the whitened hue of my hair,

“Where once my aspect was spirited and bold;

“Now grey, without disguise, where once it was yellow.

“Never was Angharad out of my remembrace,

“But Einion was by thee forgotten.”

But Angharad could not bring him to her recollection. Then said he to the guests:

“If I have lost her whom I loved, the fair one of polished mind,

“The daughter of Ednyfed Fychan,

“Still get you out! I have not lost

“Either my bed, or my house, or my fire.”

And upon that he placed the white staff in Angharad’s hand, and instantly the goblin which she had hitherto seen as a handsome and honourable nobleman, appeared to her as a monster, inconceivably hideous; and she fainted from fear, and Einion supported her until she revived.

And when she opened her eyes, she saw there neither the goblin, nor any of the guests, nor of the minstrels, nor anything whatever except Einion, and her son, and the harp, and the house in its domestic arrangement, and the dinner on the table, casting its savoury odour around. And they sat down to eat, and exceeding great was their enjoyment. And they saw the illusion which the goblin had cast over them. And thus it ends.

Gently dippe: but not too deepe;

For feare you make the goulden beard to weepe.

Faire maiden white and redde,

Combe me smoothe, and stroke my head:

And thou shalt have some cockell bread.

Gently dippe, but not too deepe,

For feare thou make the goulden beard to weepe.

Faire maide, white, and redde,

Combe me smoothe, and stroke my head;

And every haire, a sheave shall be,

And every sheave a goulden tree.

George Peele