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Summer Has Gone
My tidings for you: the stag bells,
Winter snows, summer is gone.
Wind high and cold, low the sun,
Short his course, sea running high.
Deep-red the bracken, its shape all gone,
The wild-goose has raised his wonted cry.
Cold has caught the wings of birds;
Season of ice - these are my tidings
~Ancient Irish, 9th century