II.
There was no sun at sea that day,
To watch pale Bronwen drown,
But the sun was hot on the deadly sands
Before Jerusalem town.'
All day Red Ithel lay dying there,
But he thought of the far-off sea;
And he cried all day till his lips grew white,
"Kind Bronwen, come to me!"
And so it passed till the evening time,
And then the sea-wind came,
And he thought he lay on Morva Hill
And heard her call his name.
He heard her voice, he held her hand,
"This is the day," she said,
"And this is the hour that Holy Church
Has given for us to wed."
There was no strength in him to speak,
But his eyes had yet their say,
"Kind Bronwen, now we will be wed
Forever and ever and aye!"