Venture Gwen Poem by Shaun Cronick

The loveliness is known,
Fairest Gwen, fairest Gwen.
From Mynwy unto Mon,
Fairest Gwen.

Oh, stay tonight and rest thee,
'Tis love's own voice hath prest thee,
'Tis love's own heart hath blest thee,
Thou must venture, venture Gwen.

The gentle beloved maid,
Venture Gwen, venture Gwen.
Where I have placed my love,
Venture Gwen.

'Cause I'm a man in sorrow,
Failing to walk the earth,
For the love of thee, sweet maiden,
Venture Gwen, venture Gwen.

Thy road is long and lorn,
Fairest Gwen, fairest Gwen.
Then tarry here till morn,
Fairest Gwen.

Ye mountain-top is dreary,
And thou art cold and weary,
But here 'tis bright and cheery,
Thou must venture, venture Gwen.

This castle old is mine,
Fairest Gwen, fairest Gwen.
It might be also thine,
Fairest Gwen.

Here, far from care depressing,
Crogen's great lands possessing,
Come, reign, my bride, my blessing-
Thou must venture, venture Gwen.


Translated from the original Welsh version,
Venture Gwen or The Plaint of the Widow.
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