On the day of the dead, as the year too dies Must the youngest open the oldest hills Through the door of the birds where the breeze breaks There fire shall fly from the raven boy And the silver eyes that see the wind and the light shall have the harp of gold.
By the pleasant lake the sleepers lie On Cadfan's way where the ketrals call Though grim from the Grey King shadows fall Yet singing, the golden harp shall guide to break their sleep and bid them ride.
When the light from the lost land shall return Six sleepers shall ride, six signs shall burn And where the midsummer tree grows tall By Pendragon's sword, the dark shall fall.
(I also had a madly misspent youth. Classics majors may be crazy, but English majors aren't far behind. ;-)
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Date: 2021-12-30 08:24 pm (UTC)Must the youngest open the oldest hills
Through the door of the birds where the breeze breaks
There fire shall fly from the raven boy
And the silver eyes that see the wind
and the light shall have the harp of gold.
By the pleasant lake the sleepers lie
On Cadfan's way where the ketrals call
Though grim from the Grey King shadows fall
Yet singing, the golden harp shall guide
to break their sleep and bid them ride.
When the light from the lost land shall return
Six sleepers shall ride, six signs shall burn
And where the midsummer tree grows tall
By Pendragon's sword, the dark shall fall.
(I also had a madly misspent youth. Classics majors may be crazy, but English majors aren't far behind. ;-)