Bright blessings of the Summer season to you all! The Wheel of the Year turns another spoke, and the Sun reaches its zenith. Greet the light of the Sun today, knowing that from this day on, it is dying. The Holly King is born, and the Oak King dies, only to be reborn in Winter’s Dark.
Summer is icumen in
Loudly sing Cuckoo
Grows the seed and blows the mead
And springs the wood anew.
Ewe bleats harshly after lamb
Cows after calves make moo
Bullock stamps and deer champs
Now shrilly sing Cuckoo…
… Cuckoo… Cuckoo.
Wild bird are you! Be never still Cuckoo!
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