The summer moon was large and clear,
The frail bark, on the springtide's height,
Was floated into Elphin's weir.
The baby in his arms he raised:
His lovely spouse stood by, and gazed,
And, blessing it with gentle vow,
Cried "Taliesin!" "Radiant brow!"
And I am he: and well I know
Ceridwen's power protects me still;
-And hence o er hill and vale I go,