"Angus hath come the young, the fair,
The blue-eyed god with golden hair
The god who to the world doth bring
This morn the promise of the spring;
Who moves the birds to song ere yet
He hath awaked the violet,
Or the soft primrose on the steep,
While buds are laid in lidded sleep,
And white snows wrap the hills serene,
Ere glows the larch's l vivid green
Through the brown woods and bare. All hail!
Angus, and may thy will prevail. . . .
He comes ... he goes. . . . And far and wide
He searches for the Princess Bride (Brida)."
-Bard song, The coming of Angus and Bride
The blue-eyed god with golden hair
The god who to the world doth bring
This morn the promise of the spring;
Who moves the birds to song ere yet
He hath awaked the violet,
Or the soft primrose on the steep,
While buds are laid in lidded sleep,
And white snows wrap the hills serene,
Ere glows the larch's l vivid green
Through the brown woods and bare. All hail!
Angus, and may thy will prevail. . . .
He comes ... he goes. . . . And far and wide
He searches for the Princess Bride (Brida)."
-Bard song, The coming of Angus and Bride