ELGIAC ODE.1 A little while I leave with anxious heart, Source of my filial cares, thee FULL OF DAYS; Lur’d by a promise from harmonic art To breathe her Handel’s rich, immortal lays. Pensive I trace the Derwent’s amber wave2, … Continue reading →
I Am the Whispering Wind Laughter in The Rain But One Voice of the Ancient Shining Ones The Battle Cry of Vengeance In Behalf of the Weak Loyal to my own Oath Bound A Warrior Son to The Morrigan Sworn … Continue reading →
(The Irish Ossianic Song of the Forest Trees is to be found in Standish O’ Grady’s translation in Eleanor Hull’s Poem Book of the Gael is a listing of trees to be found on Dartmoor. Fortunately, the whole text of … Continue reading →
The year moves another notch on the wheel, and the harvest season begins. The eve of Lammas is also the birthday of Shakespeare’s Juliette, as her Hurse relates in Act One Scene Three: NURSE Even or odd, of all days … Continue reading →
I Sing of a Maiden I sing of a maiden That is makeles; King of alle kinges To her son she ches. He cam also stille Ther His moder was, As dew in Aprille That falleth on the gras. He … Continue reading →
The Man On The Moon The man on the moon stands and strides; On a forked stick he bears his burden; It’s a wonder he doesn’t drop; For fear he’ll fall he shakes and swerves. When the frost falls he … Continue reading →
Prospero’s Speech Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into thin air; And, like the baseless fabric of his vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, … Continue reading →
“Listen to the voices of your ancestors tonight the Beloved Dead. Hear the wisdom that they share, take it to heart. Celebrate their lives and how they have touched yours. Tonight is the night when the Veil is thin Samhain … Continue reading →