The Song Of Amergin

[Airmid]

The Song of Amergin

I am a stag: of seven tines,​

I am a flood: across a plain,​

I am a wind: on a deep lake,​

I am a tear: the Sun lets fall,​

I am a hawk: above the cliff,​

I am a thorn: beneath the nail,​

I am a wonder: among flowers,​

I am a wizard: who but I​

Sets the cool head aflame with smoke?​

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I am a spear: that roars for blood,​

I am a salmon: in a pool,​

I am a lure: from paradise,​

I am a hill: where poets walk,​

I am a boar: ruthless and red,​

I am a breaker: threatening doom,​

I am a tide: that drags to death,​

I am an infant: who but I​

Peeps from the unhewn dolmen, arch?​

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I am the womb: of every holt,​

I am the blaze: on every hill,​

I am the queen: of every hive,​

I am the shield: for every head,​

I am the tomb: of every hope.​

Song of Amergin translated by Robert Graves, from The White Goddess