Clergyman's

“When the trees were enchanted,”

— In the expectation of not being trees,The trees uttered their voicesFrom strings of harmony,The disputes ceased.Let us cut short heavy days,A female restrained the din.She came forth altogether lovely.The head of the line, the head was a female.The advantage of a sleepless cowWould not make us give way.The blood of men up to our thighs,The greatest of importunate mental exertionsSported in the world.And one has endedFrom considering the deluge,And Christ crucifiedAnd the day of judgement near at hand.- Taliesin