The People of the Hills

“How beautiful they are,
The lordly ones
Who dwell in the hills,
In the hollow hills.

They have faces like flowers,
And their breath is wind
That stirs amid grasses
Filled with white clover.

Their limbs are more white
Than shafts of moonshine;
They are more fleet
Than the March wind.

They laugh and are glad,
And are terrible;
When their lances shake,
Every green reed quivers.

How beautiful they are,
How beautiful the
lordly ones
In the hollow hills.

~~ The Immortal Hour by Fiona MacLeod, 1922 ~~