The Longest Night or The Solstice Lament of the Druid An icy blast of winter wind blows through my bones to chill my soul on this, the longest night. I walk wet streets reflecting lights of holidays, of other's ways and miss my homeland's rites: The Burning Wheel, The Holly King, The Horned-Man Dance, The Mistletoe, The kiss that Solstice brings. The new-born God; Earth-Mother Goddess; of long-dead days' returning glory; of this the Druid sings. 1989 Gwydion Stone