Red, red as their blood, fill the wine-cup on high,
That those may rejoice who have fear’d not to die!
And wake ye the children of song from their dreams,
On Maelor’s wild hills and by Dyfed’s fair streams![173]
Bid them haste with those strains of the lofty and free,
Which shall flow down the waves of long ages to be.
Sheath the sword which hath given them unperishing themes,
And pour the bright mead: let the wine-cup foam high,
That those may rejoice who have fear’d not to die!
[171] Wine, as well as mead, is frequently mentioned in the poems of the ancient British bards.