Mari Lwyd

We bring from Cader Idris
And those ancient valleys,
Mari of your sorrows,
Queen of the starry fillies.

Hers the white art that rouses
Light in the darkest palace,
Though black as a mole's burrow:
Truly we come to bless.

Great light you shall gather,
For Mari here is holy;
She saw the dark thorns harrow
Your god crowned with holly.

(from Vernon Watkins' poem 'The Ballad of the Mari Lwyd') 

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