  O Shee who weave the moonlight into shimmering white strands, O powerful and tender-hearted Shee! While I live at home in plenty or am poor in far-off lands, I will thank you for the gifts you gave to me. For the silver collar that you wrought me by your magic art, For the scarlet Seal that on my mouth you set, For the glorious White Flower that you placed upon my heart, When the sun and moon shall die I’ll thank you yet. For around my throat the Silver Collar of soft arms I wear, On my mouth sweet lips have fixed the Scarlet Seal, On my heart the perfect Flower white of deathless love I bear, And these charms, your gifts, ensure my lasting weal. O Shee who weave the moonlight into shimmering white strands, O powerful and tender-hearted Shee! Though I live at home in plenty or am poor in far-off lands, I will thank you for the gifts you gave to me. |
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