Persisting, desperate, at last the thing
Wrought in him blusterous as a backward spring.
Now Llew the youth was named. And Gwydion
Made his complaint to Math, the mighty son
Of Mathonwy.
Said Math: "Despair not. We
With charms, illusions, and white sorcery
Will seek to make—for mine are wondrous powers—
A woman for him out of forest flowers."
And so they toiled together one wan night,