I doubt all, save the survival
Of some unquenchable fire within me;
I seek no mortality,
For it comes without search.
I live with the joy of my senses,
Knowing that this part will surely perish,
Leaving only that which came before.
To live here and now, without that certainty,
GWYDION PENDDERWEN, PAGE 2
Without the acceptance of Death
as the unveiling of the One,
Is to forget,
Forever,
The secret name that is whispered at birth
Beyond the Hidden Gates.
Gwydion Pendderwen.
When summer was high
And the leaves were bright green,
Stags in the wood were seen,
Birds blackened the sky.
Red mantle and silver wing
Flash bright in the early spring:
True love is awakening
On the Lady's bright face.
Long winter is passing now,
Buds swell on the apple bough,
Earth thaws and receives the plow
Where lovers embrace.
All creatures rejoice
For the King and his Queen,
Wearing the garlands green,
Now speaking one voice.
Winds blow where the night is chill,
Owls shriek from the highest hill
She waits'neath the moon untill
Her lover's return.
Dark, dark is the swirling flood,
Black, black is the stain of blood,
Deep slumbers the apple's bud
While low fires burn.
Winds blow where the night is chill,
Owls shriek from the highest hill,
She waits 'neath the moon until
Her lover's return.
Low now is the star
In its course in the sky
Each day it passes by:
Winter is not far. 
Leaves fall from the dying trees,
Blown bare in tha autumn breeze,
Now locked in deep mysteries
He sleeps in the earth.
Here lonely the Lady roves
Through frosty fields and groves ;
Earth waits for the king she loves,
Waiting to give birth.
Gwydion : "Return of the King"
