To Morfydd

A VOICE on the winds, 
A voice by the waters, 
  Wanders and cries: 
Oh! what are the winds? 
And what are the waters? 
  Mine are your eyes! 
 
Western the winds are, 
And western the waters, 
  Where the light lies: 
Oh! what are the winds? 
And what are the waters? 
  Mine are your eyes! 
 
Cold, cold grow the winds, 
And wild grow the waters, 
  Where the sun dies: 
Oh! what are the winds? 
And what are the waters? 
  Mine are your eyes! 
 
And down the night winds, 
And down the night waters, 
  The music flies: 
Oh! what are the winds? 
And what are the waters? 
Cold be the winds, 
And wild be the waters, 
  So mine be your eyes!