My fond illusion continued long,
Evil thought of for my lengthened stay.”
“Where has thou been?”
“In Kent, in Gwent, in the wood in Monmouth, in Maelor 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 the hair.
Where once my aspect was spirited and bold;
Now gray, without disguise, where once it was yellow;