Wishes
I would have wished a day of bluebells,
Buttercups, daisies, the sky alight
With the brilliant nacre of seashells,
A fiery sea where gold wheat grows.
I’d have wished a day of casting spells
On the wooded hills where red deer drift,
Silver salmon-glint in holy wells,
Of lighting stars to set in the night,
Not this cold day of bidding farewells.
The Four Swans 