She is the noble lady Of the emerald vesture Who calls to me in dreams. Through misted moonlight I have seen The path that leads To her glen and loch. By light of dusk On shadowed hills We have there rejoined Through glimpsing eyes, Then turned to separate paths. Now where is Ainé, Keeper of my visions? The dreamer of Glendalough, The noble lady Miadh Ríoghan. My friend.
© 2001 John Schneider. All rights reserved.
