Not for him the Muse which weepeth,
Carved in marble rich and rare;
Even now time's ploughshare creepeth
Through the grass which groweth there.
O'er the place where he is sleeping
Soon will roll oblivion's wave:
Still God's angel will be keeping
Ward above the pauper's grave.




TREBOR MAI.


Robert Williams was born May 25, 1830, and followed his father's trade as
a tailor. He published two small volumes in his lifetime, "Fy Noswyl" in
1861, and "Y Geninen" in 1869. The contents of these with large
additions were published after his death--which took place August 5,
1877--under the title of "Gwaith Barddonol Trebor Mai" (Isaac Ffoulkes,
Liverpool, 1883).



The Shepherd's Love.


Adown Llewelyn's Cairn there creep
Cloud shadows in the failing light,