In the youth of summer <br />The hills of Cualann <br />Are two golden horns, <br />Two breasts of childing, <br />Two tents of light <br /> <br />In the ancient winter <br />They are two rusted swords, <br />Two waves of darkness, <br />Two moons of ice.<br /><br />Joseph Campbell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hills-of-cualann/
