Mae hi yn nhir Nod , Gwarchodedig gan Dduw ( She's in the land of Nod, protected by God) welsh tongue

i. As she's in the land of Nod, rustling azaleas in her ancestral awe. She don's the ensemble for the next morrow. ii. Her body like a cradle Rocks back and forth As a swaddling babe; She's musing of ourn Meeting, and it's Patient way's. iii. Tis I as well who see- saw's in mine bed, Pretending she is Next to me, swaying the thread's, peeping out mine window, Awaiting her wake; Counting down the Hour's, to seeith Mine Angel's Face. ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane Nagley ( àgapi mou dedication)

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