Like a tuft of ceanabhan
Blowing in the wind
Is my slender Aine Ban —
White and soft and kind.
Kind her heart is, but her clann's
Cold as clay or stone.
Would that I had herds and lands
To take her for my own!
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LIKE A TUFT OF CEANABHAN · Joseph Campbell · Poetry Cove