Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
France: Vols. IX–X. 1876–79.
The Drowning of Kaer-Is
By Ballads of BrittanySpake to King Gradlon, blythe of mood,
Where in fair Kaer-Is he abode?
From evil loves thy heart refrain,
For hard on pleasure followeth pain.
To feed the fishes doomed is he;
The swallower swallowed up shall be.
Of water shall drink as the fishes do;—
Who knows not this shall learn ’t is true.”
“My merry feres, the day is sped;
I will betake me to my bed.
In feast and dalliance waste the night;
For all that will the board is dight.”
Her lover he whispered, tenderly:
“Bethink thee, sweet Dahut, the key!”
That bolts the sluice and bars the tide;
To work thy will is thy lady’s pride.”
Asleep in his bed of the golden sheen,
Dumb-stricken all for awe had been
His hair like snow, on his white hause-bane,
And round his neck his golden chain.
Had seen a maiden stilly fleet
In at the door, on naked feet;
And hath kneeled her down upon her knee,
And lightly hath ta’en both chain and key.
When, hark, a cry from the lower ground,—
“The sluice is oped, Kaer-Is is drowned!
Rise up, and ride both fast and far!
The sea flows over bolt and bar!”
That all for wine and harlotry,
The sluice unbarred that held the sea!
The wild horse of Gradlon hast thou seen,
As he passed the valley-walls between?”
But I heard him go by in the dark of night,
Trip, trep,—trip, trep,—like a fire-flaught white!”
Combing her hair by the sea-waves green,—
Her hair like gold in the sunlight sheen?”
And I heard her chant her melody,
And her song was sad as the wild waves be.”