
In Tir na nÓg, the Land of the Living Heart, Brigid was singing. Aengus the Ever-Young, and Midir the Red-Maned, and Ogma that is called Splendour of the Sun, and the Dagda and other lords of the people of Dana drew near to listen.
Brigid sang:
“Now comes the hour foretold, a god-gift bringing.
A wonder-sight.
Is it a star new-born and splendid up springing
Out of the night?
Is it a wave from the Fountain of Beauty up flinging
Foam of delight?
Is it a glorious immortal bird that is Winging hither its flight?It is a wave, high-crested, melodious, triumphant,
Breaking in light.
It is a star, rose-hearted and joyous, a splendour
Risen from night.
It is flame from the world of the gods, and love runs before it,
A quenchless delight.Let the wave break, let the star rise, let the flame leap.
Ours, if our hearts are wise,
To take and keep.”— Ella Young, “Celtic Wonder-Tales”













