Cruel and Bright
Cruel and bright as the whin
Is my love, my love,
And cold as the light of the linn
The light of her eyes.
Free as the kestrel in air
Is my love, my love,
And dark as the heather, her hair,
Beneath dark skies.
Like heather burned black by the fire
Is my heart, my heart,
Burned black to the ash of desire,
As daylight dies.
Is my love, my love,
And cold as the light of the linn
The light of her eyes.
Free as the kestrel in air
Is my love, my love,
And dark as the heather, her hair,
Beneath dark skies.
Like heather burned black by the fire
Is my heart, my heart,
Burned black to the ash of desire,
As daylight dies.
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