Amergin's Charm

			    I am a stag of seven tines,
		     Over the flooded plain I am born by the wind,
		       I descend in tears like dew, I lie glittering,
		    I fly aloft like the Griffon, to my nest on the cliff,
			I bloom among the loveliest of flowers,
		   I am both the Oak, and the lightening that blasts it. 

			    I embolden the spearman,
			 I teach the councilors their wisdom,
			       I inspire the poets,
			I roam the hills like a ravenous boar,
			     I roar like the winter sea,
			I return again like the receding wave, 

		Who but I can unfold the mysteries of the unhewn dolman? 

of Shadows