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Lady of mists, lady of rivers,
Lady of creatures of air and of sea,
Lady of lands where the oak and the rushes
Bend in obeisance, our homage in fee.
Milk-white the maiden, seated in splendor
Richer than rubies the gold in her hair
Bright as a blade in her black silken mantle:
Niamh the Huntress was never so fair.
Flower of fullness, bringing forth beauty,
Inspiring endeavor and poetry's pride:
Steadfast in favor, and potent as bee-wine,
Fierce at the forging as Bridget the Bride.
Ancient in knowledge, keen-eyed and canny,
Careful in counsel to common and crown,
Truth her tongue telling is honey and amber:
Wisdom like Danu's where mortals might drown.
Lady of Mists, lady of rivers,
Lady of creatures of air and of sea,
Lady of lands where the Oak and the Rushes
Bend in obeisance, our homage in fee.