Here you will find the Poem At Glan-y-Wern of poet Arthur Symons
White-robed against the threefold white Of shutter, glass and curtains' lace, She flashed into the evening light The brilliance of her gipsy face: I saw the evening in her light. Clear, from the soft hair to the mouth, Her ardent face made manifest The sultry beauty of the South: Below, a red rose, climbing, pressed Against the roses of her mouth. So, in the window's threefold white, O'ertrailed with foliage like a bower, She seemed, against the evening light, Amongst the flowers herself a flower, A tiger-lily sheathed in white.
