ENVOY

I raise to you, O Queen, this Loving Cup, this Mether,

Filled with Mead

Made from honey of the heather,

Brought by many a humming wing,

And with water from the spring;

Mixed by cunning hands together

In a foamy ferment

Thou would lead

Sullen tongues to song,

If along

Harpstrings now a rousing air went.