En Hyperion e tizhas gwerzennoù gwenn Keats ur chaerder brasoch choazh, e deroù an arvest a grog ar meurgan etre Teia ha Kronos trechet peurgetketxa0: Deep in the shady sadness of a vale, Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon, and eves one star, Sat gray-haird Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair.