Albion, Art

Cusp of the Moon…


O Leader of the way

Smooth your face

Fair your form

Graceful your motion

Like a white-headed gull

On the gently swelling ocean wave.


I lift up my hands

And raise my eyes.

I bend my knee

And bow my head.


O Guiding Jewel of the night.

O Beauty of the heavens.

O Majesty of the stars.


Many a one has passed beyond

Over the black-river of the abyss

In the space between your two horns

But if you find me well tonight

May you leave me seven times better

And without harm.


May your face come through thick clouds.

May your course smooth my path.

May your light to me be fair.


O Bright Virgin

Of the silver-misted hair.