Conversation between Brid and Son
from "The Witches' Goddess" by Janet and Stewart Farrar

"Brid: Black the town yonder,
Black those that are in it;
I am the White Swan,
Queen of them all.
Son: I will voyage in God's name
In likeness of deer, in likeness of horse,
In likeness of serpent, in likeness of king.
More powerful will it be with me than with all others."

Invocation to Brighid
From "The Witches Goddess" by Janet and Stewart Farrar

"Hail, golden Brighid, inspirer of us all,
Mother of healing, mistress of the arts,
Lady of every skill -- on thee we call
To pour thy magic into human hearts.
Bestow thy blessing on the poet's pen,
The craftsman's chisel, and the healer's hand;
And guide the work of women and of men
To bring thy beauty into this our land!"

Song of Ishtar
From "The Witches' Goddess" by Janet and Stewart Farrar

"I the mother have begotten my people,
and like the young of the fishes they fill the sea.
The gods concerning the spirits were weeping with me,
The gods in seats seated in lamentation
covered their lips for the coming evil.
Six days and nights passed,
The wind, the deluge, storm overwhelmed."

Song to Ishtar
From "The Witches' Goddess" by Janet and Stewart Farrar

"Thou art mighty, thou hast sovereign power, exalted is thy name!
Thou art the light of heaven and earth,
O valiant daughter of the Moon god.
Ruler of weapons, arbitress of the battle!
Framer of all decrees, wearer of the crown of dominion...
Thou judgest the cause of men with justice and righteousness,
Thou lookest with mercy on the violent man
and thou settest right the unruly every morning.
O goddess of men, O goddess of women,
Thou whose counsel none may learn,
Where thou lookest in pity, the dead man lives again,
the sick is healed,
The afflicted is saved from his affliction,
when he beholdeth thy face!
O exalted Ishtar, that givest light
unto the four quarters of the world!"

Exerpt from "LOBA" by Diane Di Prima

"Her power is to open what is shut
Shut what is open...
She gleams
in the wildwood where you have not dared
to walk. Wild yew & blackberries
tight, dried meat
of skinny winter deer, these
she holds out, like a key.
Her door
cannot be found, it is close-shut, it crumbles
it wafts in wind. Her power is to raise
the pale green grass of spring, the pale wildflower
carpets which fly starward like primroses w / dogs
asleep on them. Her power is in spittle
& in the lentil,
it rises like smoke
from the reopened furrow. She terraces the hills
w / her glance, her white breast gleams
in mossy caves you remember where the smoke
curled on the greenwood fires...."

Exerpt from the Ballad of Tinuviel
From "Lord of the Rings" by J. R. R. Tolkien

Note: In my opinion, Tinuviel is extremely similar to
the Lady of the Flowers in Celtic tradition.

"The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
and in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinuviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.

There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.

Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.

He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground
In hidden hollows quavering...
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
whispering fell the beechen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.

He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As on a hill-top high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.

When winter passed, she came again,
And her song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
He saw the elven flowers spring
About her feet, and healed again,
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling..."

Song to the Lady from "Lord of the Rings" by J.R.R. Tolkien

Snow-white! Snow-white! O Lady clear!
O Queen beyond the Western Seas!
O Light to us that wander here
Amid the world of woven trees!

Gilthoniel! O Elbereth!
Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath,
Show-white! Snow-white! We sing to thee
In a far land beyond the Sea.

O stars that in the Sunless Year
With shining hand by her were sown,
In windy fields now bright and clear
We see your silver blossom blown!

O Elbereth! Gilthoniel!
We still remember, we who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees,
Thy starlight on the Western Seas.

A Elbereth! Gilthoniel!
O menel palan-diriel
Le nallon si di'nguruthos!
A tiro nin, Fanuilos!

"Lady Fair" by an Anonymous Individual

Oh Silver Wind that crosses over ocean, wood, and snow
Keep watch upon my wandering heart
For my Lady Fair will carry it wherever she may go
And it won't be mine if we should part

I see her in the morning mist that rises to the sun
And in life's song I hear her speak
Always I will find her there as long as time may run
For she's the one my heart will seek.

May the many paths I walk by day and dream by moonlit night
Guide me as I move my feet
To the ancient Crossroads where in heaven's light
I and my Lady Fair will meet.

"The Song of Amergin" from "The White Goddess" by Robert Graves

"I am a stag of seven tines
I am a flood across a plain
I am a wind on a deep lake
I am a teardrop the sun lets fall
I am a hawk above the cliff
I am a thorn beneath the nail
I am a wonder among flowers
I am a wizard: Who but I
Sets the cool head aflame with smoke?

I am a spear that roars for blood
I am a salmon in a pool
I am a lure from paradise
I am a hill where poets walk
I am a boar ruthless and red
I am a breaker threatening doom
I am a tide that drags to death
I am an infant: Who but I
Peeps from the unhewn dolmen arch?

I am the womb of every holt
I am the blaze on every hill
I am the queen of every hive
I am the shield for every head
I am the tomb of every hope.
I am the hope reborn anew
I am a flame that leaps from ash
I am a priestess: Who but I
Sleeps in the Earth and then awakes?"

"The Mysteries of Seven" From "The Song of Taliesin" by John Matthews

"I am Taliesin,
Divine Child of the Mother.
I speak in riddles
From the Fountain of Vision.
My words are for those
Who understand
The roots of trees,
The secrets of earth.
Let me tell how the sun
Gilded the Hero's face;
Receive from me the secret
Of my Mother's seven names.
Three times seven and then three
Were the number of her priestesses;
Two times seven and then two
Were the number of her poets.
Twelve shadows she had
And six faces;
Nine were the maidens
Who breathed above her Cauldron
To prevent it from boiling.
Five were the number
Of her skirts in heaven,
Only the God
Might raise them all.
Four kept watch
At the tower of the Winds
Two were her progeny
Except for myself.
But I am first.
The last of the poets
To sing her praise:
My tongue silvered
My brow radiant,
My throat pure,
My dreams of her."