The Forming of Blodeuwedd
Robin Williamson
Meadowsweet and may thorn flower
With bliss detain
Chestnut bloom and nettle flower
With blush to sting
Tares of the field and yellow broom
At flesh to cling
Oak bield and the vine's red bloom
Of kisses fain
Come wanton as the pale primrose
That brings the spring (Wake, Blodeuwedd.)
