Having just watched Brave–yet again–I was in the perfect mood for this anonymous musing from 9th century Sweden:
I read for wolftooth and bearclaw
that they won’t touch my sheep, my cow,
neither large nor small.
I pray them away, past the very last crag
where the swan darkens
and the raven whitens.
And now, some Swedish swans in the dark for your perusal. . .