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The Old Sage

copyright maggiebarra2010 Heard her song I did one night; she sang of times in ancient Ireland Yet in English as good as any as ever was spoken In that Pagan Celtic land She sang the song of ages dreaming still as not at all a dream She sang it well with grace and passion She sang it well, on All Soul's Eve Lady of the north your strands of song Lights the sky with what it fosters As ever the ghost of what remains Of Camelot and Wizard's daughters I at last have found the Oak where all the music dwells The past and present are all one and like the spirits I toast your ways, they are not forgotten but live forever As crystal visitations Change, a new year's celebration That comes about On All Soul's Eve Hedgewizards poetry