[ Är lite osäker på om jag visat den här innan, men när nu Sommarsolståndet precis passerat och det -verkligen- borde vara dags attt avsluta vad som var menat att bli en ballad på minst 10 verser, så lägger jag upp den igen. Fortsättning följer]

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I walked in the mists of the evening
watched the moon rise on Mindsummer Eve
And through the hills, the old forests and meadows,
I danced with the Daonie Sidhe

I saw Amadan-na-Briona
king of the Unseelie court of the Faë
The golden and glorious -dangerous- fool
and his consort the Queen of the May

They were beings of Light and of Darkness
and they wove in their magic bright
a tale of Arcadia both wondrous and sad
and they sang it for me that night;