{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/celt/fab/fab125.htm","path":"neu/celt/fab/fab125.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/fab/fab125.htm","text":"1. ENTANGLING is the snare, clustered is the ash;\n The ducks are in the pond; white breaks the wave;\n More powerful than a hundred is the counsel of the heart.\nII. Long the night, boisterous is the sea-shore;\n Usual a tumult in a congregation;\n The vicious will not agree with the good.\nIII. Long the night, boisterous is the mountain,\n The wind whistles over the tops of trees;\n Ill-nature will not deceive the discreet.\nIV. The saplings of the green-topped birch\n Will extricate my foot from the shackle;\n Disclose not thy secret to a youth.\nV. The saplings of oaks in the grove\n Will extricate my foot from the chain;\n Disclose no secret to a maid.\nVI. The saplings of the leafy oaks\n Will extricate my foot from the prison;\n Divulge no secret to a babbler.\nVII. The saplings of bramble have berries on them;\n The thrush is on her nest;\n And the liar will never be silent.\nVIII. Rain without, the fern is drenched;\n White the gravel of the sea; there is spray on the margin;\n Reason is the fairest lamp for man.\nIX. Rain without, near is the shelter,\n The furze yellow; the cow-parsnip withered and dry;\n God the Creator! why hast thou made a coward?\nX. Rain without, my hair is drenched;\n Full of complaint is the feeble; steep the cliff;\n Pale white is the sea; salt is the brine.\nXI. Rain without, the ocean is drenched;\n The wind whistles over the tops of the reeds;\n After every feat, still without the genius.","title":"Four Ancient Books of Wales: X. Poems Attributed to Llywarch Hen.: CX. Red Book of Hergest VIII.","type":"page"}