How long the Christian Vigils...
How long those silent nights
Of Sacred Fire,
Frightened Monks...
And, in the Barrows,
Laughing Wights...
Twine the Linden
Round the Ash...
Mortal life
Beyond Last Rites.
'All this beauty is of God'...
Dagda not considered...
Nor the Cauldron,
Nor the Dragon.
Tuatha left for Gallic shores...
Mistletoe Fairies...mitred.
Twine the Linden
Round the Ash...
Mortal life
Beyond Last Rites.
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/isle-of-wight/
