Imbolc, the Pagan feast and the Christian Candlemas are both the subject of this poem, although perhaps the Pagan more than the Christian.
Spring Arising
The sap is rising in the trees
Fields ploughed, seed is sown
Yet still comes a frosty breeze
Fires burn in the hearthstone
Mary’s lamb comes out to play
Straw dolls hung over the door
Ewe gives birth on Imbolc day
And goddess Brigid, we adore
On eventide, shines candle’s light
Home and hearth warmed by fire
Stars are bright this sacred night
They shine in glory to inspire
Now rising the green blade of spring
And let us chant, and let us sing
The sap is rising in the trees
Fields ploughed, seed is sown
Yet still comes a frosty breeze
Fires burn in the hearthstone
Mary’s lamb comes out to play
Straw dolls hung over the door
Ewe gives birth on Imbolc day
And goddess Brigid, we adore
On eventide, shines candle’s light
Home and hearth warmed by fire
Stars are bright this sacred night
They shine in glory to inspire
Now rising the green blade of spring
And let us chant, and let us sing
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