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Revelation [Poetry]

The birdsong, the wonder of such a tense gaze,

Through bracken, through the stony maze,

Cairn of old, well up, the past, it yearns, 

Forever alive with a flame, it burns, 

No rood or stave may bid at bay, 

Belief of blood, none held: in sway, 

I know my place among the trees, 

This branch I bid, of hazel to me:

A wood of willow, from the eastern woods, 

Calling through hills, where the tuatha would, 

Hide them away, away from the new, 

And Scotia; taken, long a'fore you.

Long held thoughts, where of my kin, 

My blood from the west, and the east, I would,

With the old and the new; the riders and pray, 

The light of this flame will burn one day, 

You hear now the winds, see now the way, 

The eyes of the Sidhe, through the trees, they sway, 

Yet to see, through heart, where I am from, 

Do leste, da sud, agus as an toabh thiar? 

(From the east, from the south and from the west?)