The cauldron of knowledge tipped But spilt only contents from golden lips Ollamn will not split the wood Or strip the trees of meaning Weight of words supplant their place Songs we sang we scored with grace
Set the ogham gainst the dark Here my boundary This my mark
Fear ailm awe reined in with bark Rough dissection yields no spark Slit grauballe no secret seeps Tight-lipped tollund his secret keeps
Set the ogham gainst the dark Here my boundary This my mark