Mabinog’s Liturgy (continued)
(for she to welcome him must surely gaud with her dawn-blush reds the wither of the year, nor do less in awe to him than do poor Hobsa with aid-fires)1
is it they?
or clear-voiced cantors
tunicled as though
in cloth of rainbow
(from the wide-pomoerium’d Urbs
as ultramundane to the Pleiades as to the ordered polis whose archetype the Pleiad is)b
that sing and say
Lux fulgebit hodie?2
Keeping this most stella’d night
on Christmas Day in the Morning.
Then back to Mary Major to hear them tell of how that from before all time Minerva is sprung from the head of Jove.3