How beautiful they are,
The lordly ones
Who dwell in the hills,
In the hollow hills.
They have faces like flowers
And their breath is wind
That blows over grass
Filled with dewy clover.
Their limbs are more white
Than shafts of moonshine:
They are more fleet
Than the March wind.
They laugh and are glad
And are terrible:
When their lances shake
Every green reed quivers.
How beautiful they are
How beautiful
They lordly ones
In the hollow hills.
Fiona Macleod
this is beautiful
I love this piece and this writer.