My tidings for you: the stag bells,
Winter snows, summer is gone.
Wind high and cold, low the sun,
Short his course, sea running high.

from "Summer is Gone",
Irish, 9th century, version Meyer

The winter is cold, the wind is risen,
The brave stag is on foot.
The whole mountainside is cold tonight
But the bold stag is belling.

from ""The Colloquoy of the Ancients",
12th century, version O'Grady