Y Gododin: A Poem of the Battle of Cattraeth

by Aneirin

LXI.

Impetuous as a ball, [163d] in the combat of spears, was Present,
And on his horse would he be found, when not at home;
Yet illusive [163e] was the aid which he brought against Gododin;
For though apart from the wine and mead he was unrestrained,
He perished [164a] on the course;
And red stained warriors ride [164b]
The steeds of the knight, who had been in the morning bold.