Epona’s Day, then darkness falls
Time is still, though in the deepest
Well of Night something stirs.
Solstice Night when the ebb
Returns to flow unseen
Far away from gleam to gleam.
With each gleam the light lengthens
From minute to minutes as a year strengthens
Out of the darkness into the light.
A new day, a new year
‘XV Kalendas Ianuarius Eponae’ (*)
So we count the days of Midwinter.
- (*) ’15 to the first day of January [from] Epona’s [day]’ ;
(An inscription from Cisalpine Gaul)