As the waste echo’d to the mirth of kings.
The bright mask faded. Unto life’s worn track,
What call’d me from its flood of glory back?
A voice of happy childhood!—and they pass’d,
Banner, and harp, and Paynim’s trumpet’s blast.
Yet might I scarce bewail the splendours gone,
My heart so leap’d to that sweet laughter’s tone.[363]
[362] The Talisman—Tales of the Crusaders.
[363] See Annotation on “Dramatic Scene between Bronwylfa and Rhyllon,” p. 385.