Brigid's Arrival

Although the land is frozen, yet the life within it stirs.
Within the cauldron's sable womb, the winter's dark abyss
Awaits new life for winter's end and springtime's honeyed kiss.
Be still, and you can hear Faun's pipes among the snow-tipped firs.
Though snow and ice and fearsome storms may may chill the heart at night,
The days grow longer, longer still, with each change of night and day.
A Royal Maid has come at last to whom the Gray Lord must obey,
For it is He who in his strength did crown Her with a wreath of light.

Governing four mystic Fires, is known as the fair Brigid.
Flames from her hands She casts to bend strong iron to her will!
The fire of hearth and home She rules to serve Her at Her feet!
The tongue ablaze with song She sings, Compassion's glow to heal the ill!
A fair queen shall She make, I say: this Maiden pure and coy!
Therefore cast off all dour thoughts and fill your hearts with joy!