A sudden gust clears the sky;
How brilliant shines the night-time eye;
The dancers shout relief that's joyous,
The Maiden joins the laughing chorus;
The dagger planted in the Earth
By Oaten Lord at His birth
Points a shadow with its tongue
To show the Bride the wedding's done;
The Bride is lain on marriage bed
Where She will shed Her maidenhead;
Her blood will paint the jagged stone
To sprout the Earth with Spring reborn;
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