The Cruise of the Branwen

CHAPTER X ATHENS TOURNAMENT Te non paventis funera Galliae Duraeque tellus audit Iberiae Te caede gaudentes Sicambri Compositis venerantur armis. I TH rs is the song of the Branwen, Who loved the frolic breeze, The gay unconquered playmate Of the glowing Southem Seas ; Like Amphitrite's tresses On a breast as white as snow, The spray of the sunlit breakers From her dancing prow would flow, When Ocean's myriad-murmur Was calling her to stray Where the loveliest of her comrades Rode light on the foam at play. II So southward swift from Naples Her bright career she bent,