Poet: Saunders Lewis
Dates: 15 October 1893 – 1 September 1985
Title of Poem: The Pine
The lake of night is still in the valley,
In its windless trough;
Orion and the Dragon sleep on its leaden face,
The moon rises slowly and swims drowsily on her way.
Behold now the hour of her ascension.
Immediately you shine before her with the lance of your leap
From root to tip under her journey
Shooting to the heart of darkness like the Easter Candle under its flame:
Hush, the night stands about you in the cool chancel
And the bread of heaven crosses the earth with its blessing.
Brief Biography: Lewis was a poet, dramatist, historian, literary critic and political activist. A Welsh Nationalist he was a founder of Plaid Genedlaethol Cymru (now Plaid Cymru).