Swift as the wind, Faster than a brush fire Sweeping through the forest, Sometimes horse, sometimes woman, Wild, free, untamed, Lady of Ulster, you have no patience With those who abuse their power And force a woman with child To race the king’s horses, As did the Lord of Ulster. You have no patience With those who lack courage, With those who dally and loiter, With those who have no convictions That they will stand up to defend, As did your mortal husband. You have no patience with those Who stand by and laugh At the misfortune of innocents, As did the men of Ulster. And to this very day, There are still those whose misery Stems from your righteous anger. We would ask you for mercy, Lady of the flashing hooves, But we know that you would consider Your implacable and unstinting standards To be the far greater gift.
Ocean's Meadow 