Her words were sharp; they cut him deep, In a war between the sheets. But when he brought his bull to her It meant a woman making war Beyond the eiderdown. The druids read the smoke and sand; Told her that she would love again. The rhythms from the wolfskin drums Called men to war in hide and bronze. This goddess wore a crown. Charolais, charolais - We are come for you today. The champions and the Seven Sons are Come to take away the Donn But the Fairy Child knew more; Saw the host stained red in war, Saw the hero-light around the head Of a dragon-boy just ripe for bed Of wives and manly sons