In the bare midst of Anglesey they show
Two springs which close by one another play,
And, Thirteen hundred years agone, they say,
Two saints met often where those waters flow.
One came from Penmon, westward, and a glow
Whitend his face from the suns fronting ray.
Eastward the other, from the dying day;
And he with unsunnd face did always go.
Seiriol the Bright, Kybi the Dark, men said.
The Seër from the East was then in light,
The Seër from the West was then in shade.
Ah! now tis changed. In conquering sunshine bright
The man of the bold West now comes arrayd;
He of the mystic East is touchd with night.
East And West
Matthew Arnold
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