A moon-bell struck the clouds
and bade them shudder away.
upon the glen I roamed, lost
upon the glen I heard trees sigh
"A woman comes to you
and she forgot the light of day."
I heard the rippling waters
I felt breath upon my neck
In the mist she tried to hide
her eyes fluttered and sighed
and struck me like the wing of a frightened dove
and blew with the mist - away.
And the night was clear once more
and I found the road that I lost
but closed my eyes, for fain
I would find it again
ere I touch the hand that has struck me so
the hand that forgot the day.
Mid-glen and Mid-mist she waited for me.
The sun wrapped the moon with its golden glow
and the moon wrapped the earth with the gold turned silver
and she wrapped me with silver turned rusty iron-
of swords that have known many battles.
In her tales I sank -
and forgot the light of day.