The Bandruidh

My robe is of green,

My crown is of stars --

The grass is the green

And the daisies the stars:

O'er lochan and streamlet

My breath moveth sweet...

Bonnie blue lochans,

Hillwaters fleet.

The song in my heart

Is the song of the birds,

And the wind in my heart

Is the lowing of herds:

The light in my eyes,

And the breath of my mouth,

Are the clouds of spring-skies

And the sound of the South.

(The Airs of Spring)

Grass-green from thy mouth

The sweet sound of the South!