In woodland vale and faerie glen,
With hornèd brow, and manner keen,
Great Cernunnos, beheld I then,
With Nymphs and Dryads was he seen.
His manner fey, his glance serene,
‘mongst revelers held in his sway,
‘midst shadows which remain unseen,
With graceful steps he made his way.
The dance began at eventime,
Such skillful, flowing movement,
Of silken limbs with grace sublime,
How couldst there be improvement?
The wind was tossed, the leaves all blown,
Thus caught, I was enamourèd,
At cock’s crow, all but I had flown,
Ill-used and faerie glamourèd.
So traveler, ‘ware! Stray not this way,
Lest cares and woe befall you then,
Hard trudge, your path, ‘til break of day,
Lest to my fate you be sore ta’en.