Absorbed Reverie



On such a night when distant caverns
Fan their Zephyr wings
And hark the nightingale
Who wanders from a faraway Syrian coast
Behold this Irish night.

Andraste heralds the orb of night
She steals away
Her absence yields the cleft
Where Babd Catha withstood the halcyon dawn
"Take up the field," she exalted
Honor the Irish night.

The Bard anoints Andraste with oil
But between the lips of Blodeuwold lie death
Wisdom is no longer a choice
Wisdom is a word from an ancient land
The land which saw Ireland choose the way of the oppressor.

"What is the condition," she wails
"These are not my people"
Benign faith and absorbed reverie
Thrust the shaft of immortality
Into the Irish night.



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