And Gwydion said to Math, when it was Spring: <br />"Come now and let us make a wife for Llew." <br />And so they broke broad boughs yet moist with dew, <br />And in a shadow made a magic ring: <br />They took the violet and the meadow-sweet <br />To form her pretty face, and for her feet <br />They built a mound of daisies on a wing, <br />And for her voice they made a linnet sing <br />In the wide poppy blowing for her mouth. <br />And over all they chanted twenty hours. <br />And Llew came singing from the azure south <br />And bore away his wife of birds and flowers.<br /><br />Francis Ledwidge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wife-of-llew/
