" Outside november night gathers
With a harmony of autumn leaves
Blown down a wind.

Quietly by the fire Taliesin
Humming from within his closing hood
Places the seeing child on to a chair.

And the glowing head is clothed
In a vestment with bright
Colours spreading.

Together two voices rise
Until at the end of breath one soars
And one falls away......echoing.

- Circle of Gold "

― , Adrift on the Star Brow of Taliesin