Hymns for Maponos
A Hymn to Maponos at Midsummer
The sun sails high in a neverdark sky
And Maponos rides the tide of summer
Tall are the grasses grown in the fields
the Breeze sighs through them, singing of summer
The forests adorned with a crown of green
beneath plays the God, in the glades of summer
The harp of Maponos vibrates the air,
and late, in the twilight, still it’s summer
The sun sails high in a neverdark sky
And Maponos rides the tide of summer
Tall are the grasses grown in the fields
the Breeze sighs through them, singing of summer
The forests adorned with a crown of green
beneath plays the God, in the glades of summer
The harp of Maponos vibrates the air,
and late, in the twilight, still it’s summer
