Much snow is falling, winds roar hollowly,
The owl hoots from the elder,
Fear in your heart cries to the loving-cup:
Sorrow to sorrow as the sparks fly upward.
The log groans and confesses:
There is one story and one story only.
~ Robert Graves, Excerpt from "To Juan At The Winter Solstice"
Panting: "Druids Cutting the Mistletoe on the Sixth Day of the Moon"
by Henri Paul Motte (1846-1922)
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