Quote by Dylan Thomas: “Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his ...”
Prince Charles reads Dylan Thomas poem 'Fern Hill'
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves Trail with daisies and barley Down the rivers of the windfall light. And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home, In the sun that is young once only, Time let me play and be Golden in the mercy of his means, And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold, And the sabbath rang slowly In the pebbles of the holy streams.
Fern Hill - Poem by Dylan Thomas
The next place of interest to us is Llangain, a small village between Carmarthen and Llansteffan. Drive through the village and after about half a mile take a small right turn, sign posted to Llangynog and Glog Farm. About a quarter of a mile on your right is the leafy entrance to Fern Hill Farm. Ann and her husband Jim lived and farmed here and as a boy Dylan often came and stayed with them during his school holidays. Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green. Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs. About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me .
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We are not wholly bad or good Who live our lives under Milk Wood, And Thou, I know, wilt be the first To see our best side, not our worst. O let us see another day! Bless us all this night, I pray, And to the sun we all will bow And say, good-bye — but just for now! Love poetry? Sign up to the Friday Poem for a poem, every Friday, straight to your inbox. Read our privacy notice to find out how we hold and use your personal information.