South winter light dappled
On the pallor of your skin
Yet blushing you the
Daughter of the highlands
A cheek of crimson flush
A mixed maiden
Half-girl half-wife
And fully luminous
The haloed girl of the north
You a body of garland and scent
Round and wild with hips tumbling
To the root of your mossy crag
Of a verdant tumbling land
You half-girl your hair damp
Roundlets rosy like drizzled berries
Dripping from a seasoned bog
Here but all from far away
Like a distant covered land
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