There once was a maiden who danced on the way, as fair as the Summer sun on Midsummer’s day. Her food was the birdsong that played where she ran and her mead was the dew-drops that covered the land. Her cloak, it was coloured the emerald green, and her crown was the sunlight on gold flowing streams.
Her love was as wide as the eagles did roam and her heart was the hearth fire that all men called home.