SAMHAIN

On November first was Samhain (“summer’s end”). “Take my tidings: Stags contend; Snows descend— Summer’s end! “A chill wind raging, The sun low keeping, Swift to set O’er seas high sweeping. “Dull red the fern; Shapes are shadows; Wild geese mourn O’er misty meadows. “Keen cold limes each weaker wing, Icy times— Such I sing!

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