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"Awen yn codi o'r cudd ac yn cydio'r cwbl"
- Waldo Williams
(Awen arising from hiding and everything binding)


Come heavy sleep, the image of true Death
And close up these my weary weeping eyes
Whose spring of tears doth stop my vital breath,
And tears my heart with Sorrow's sigh-swoll'n cries.
Come and possess my tired thought-worn soul,
That living dies, till thou be on me stole.

Passacaglia from Benjamin Britten's Nocturne op 70 based on the alto part from the above ayre from Dowland's First Book or Songs or Ayres of Four Parts (1597) played here superbly by Julian Bream.

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