Work Text:
With in and out, round about, hidden withal,
The spiral runs straitly, a secret, a sign
In rowan and willow and sweet woodbine--
With Bel's fire
And bronze wire
And wild rose briar
And columbine.
Still in the centre the hidden ones dwell,
Crowned with the oak and the apple divine,
With rowan and willow and sweet woodbine--
With etc.
Seven-hued salmon swim deep in the well,
Breathing the bubbles of poetry's wine
With rowan and willow and sweet woodbine--
With etc.
And can the Fianna their geas fulfill,
And how can the wise ones make May-beacons shine
Without rowan and willow and sweet woodbine?
With etc.
When Oisin did step through the hawthorn's sharp veil,
The heroes on nutmeat and magic did dine,
With rowan and willow and sweet woodbine--
With etc.
By the river of dreams where the hazelnuts fall
Where never and now and forever combine
With rowan and willow and sweet woodbine--
With etc.