The blossoms of the grave—the end of all men.
The fate that so long affected me, it was time that should alter me;
Never was Angharad out of my remembrance,
Einion was by thee forgotten.”
And she could not bring him to her recollection.
Then said he to the guests:—
“If I have lost her whom I loved, the fair one of the polished mind,
The daughter of Ednyved Vychan;
I have not lost (so get you out)—
Either my bed, or my house, or my fire.”