Working away to get this guide out, on the eve of the Feast of Brigid, which is the day she is said to have died ( Saints are celebrated on the day they died) I came across this lovely verse:
The dandelion lights its spark
Lest Brigid find the wayside dark.
And Brother Wind comes rollicking
For joy that she has brought the spring.
Young lambs and little furry folk
Seek shelter underneath her cloak.
Winifred Mary Letts (1882 - 1972)