AN INCANTATION
O strong sun of heaven, harm not my love,Sear him not with your flame, blind him not with your beauty,Shine for his pleasure!O gray rains of heaven, harm not my love,Drown not in your torrent the song of his heart,Lave and caress him!O swift winds of heaven, harm not my love,Bruise not nor buffet him with your rough humor,Sing you his prowess!O mighty triad, strong ones of heaven,Sun, rain and wind, be gentle, I charge you;For your mad mood of wrath have me, I am ready—But spare him, my lover, most proud and most dear—O sun, rain and wind, strong ones of heaven!Marguerite Wilkinson
O strong sun of heaven, harm not my love,Sear him not with your flame, blind him not with your beauty,Shine for his pleasure!O gray rains of heaven, harm not my love,Drown not in your torrent the song of his heart,Lave and caress him!O swift winds of heaven, harm not my love,Bruise not nor buffet him with your rough humor,Sing you his prowess!O mighty triad, strong ones of heaven,Sun, rain and wind, be gentle, I charge you;For your mad mood of wrath have me, I am ready—But spare him, my lover, most proud and most dear—O sun, rain and wind, strong ones of heaven!Marguerite Wilkinson
O strong sun of heaven, harm not my love,Sear him not with your flame, blind him not with your beauty,Shine for his pleasure!
O strong sun of heaven, harm not my love,
Sear him not with your flame, blind him not with your beauty,
Shine for his pleasure!
O gray rains of heaven, harm not my love,Drown not in your torrent the song of his heart,Lave and caress him!
O gray rains of heaven, harm not my love,
Drown not in your torrent the song of his heart,
Lave and caress him!
O swift winds of heaven, harm not my love,Bruise not nor buffet him with your rough humor,Sing you his prowess!
O swift winds of heaven, harm not my love,
Bruise not nor buffet him with your rough humor,
Sing you his prowess!
O mighty triad, strong ones of heaven,Sun, rain and wind, be gentle, I charge you;For your mad mood of wrath have me, I am ready—But spare him, my lover, most proud and most dear—O sun, rain and wind, strong ones of heaven!
O mighty triad, strong ones of heaven,
Sun, rain and wind, be gentle, I charge you;
For your mad mood of wrath have me, I am ready—
But spare him, my lover, most proud and most dear—
O sun, rain and wind, strong ones of heaven!
Marguerite Wilkinson