Some thoughts on the month of August
Song for Lughnasadh [He:] O beauty's blossom, most cruel maid, A grievous foe have you been to me: My heart you took and my trust betrayed And smiled as I sank in the dark sea. But why, why did you turn away And why so faithless when I was true? O, summer love has its shining day, But winter love watches the night through! [She:] 'Twas you, O golden my lord, confessed To my loving ear your immortal race, And if I tricked you I did but jest Yet perish now lacking your kind grace. O, blame be to the wind that drives My fainting