Greeting

Over the wave-patterned sea-floor,
Over the long sun-burnt ridge of the world,
I bid the winds seek you
I bid them cry to you
Night and morning
A name you loved once;
I bid them bring to you
Reed songs, and songs of the small birds --
and sleep.

Ella Young

From Marzilian and Other Poems, Harbison and Harbison, Oceano, 1938



Brigid Chant

Early on Brigid's morn
The serpent shall rise from the hole
I'll not harm the serpent, nor will the serpent harm me.

Adapted from Carmina Gadelica as a circle chant by Elizabeth Cunningham http://www.passionofmarymagdalen.com/