"I pour honey for you. Where honey is, there is the laughter and song of bees; and where mead is — the honey-brew — there is laughter of men; and song. Be laughter with you, laughter of sun and wind and running stream; and song of thrush and ousel and high soaring lark. My heart makes a song for you. Fionn is glad for you: and Ciath sings a druid song of peace. Oak-wood that sheltered us, farewell. Our hundred thousand blessings with you, and farewell."
-From THE MOON–BOWL in
STORIES FROM THE TANGLE COATED HORSE by Ella Young (1929)
Photograph © Denise Sallee 2010