"The Birthright"

We were born

In country places,

Far from cities

And shifting faces.

We have a Birthright

No man can sell,

And a secret Joy

No man can tell.

For We are Kindred

To Lordly things,
The wild duck's flight
And the white owl wings.
To pike and salmon,
To bull and horse,
The curlew's cry
And the smell of gorse.

Pride of trees
Swiftness of streams,
Magic of frost
Have shaped our Dreams:
No baser Vision
Their Spirit fills,
Who Walk by Right
On the naked Hills.

~Eiluned Lewis

(1900-1979) 
Wales

~Beanniachte'
 19 July, 2016

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