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?
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?
I am the womb of every holt,
I am the blaze on every hill,
I am the queen of every hire,
I am the shield for every head,
I am the tomb of every hope.

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