But time has set its maggot on their track.
Too many of the artists of Wales spend too much time talking about the position of theartists of Wales.There is only one position for an artist anywhere: and that is, upright.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
A worm tells summer better than the clock, The slug's a living calendar of days; What shall it tell me if a timeless insect Says the world wears away?