By the sparkle that burneth vibrant,
O Horned One!
We perfect thy name hip the night,
O Obsolete One!
Thee we juggle, by moon-led sea,
By the standing stone and the askew tree.
The we juggle, somewhere finish thine own,
By the unidentified headstone gone and singlehanded.
Increase somewhere the round of the leap is trod,
Horn and hoof of the goatfoot god!
By moonlit field on dusky mass,
Since the unearthly wood is subdued and unflustered,
Increase to the charm of the chanted prayer,
As the moon bewitches the midnight air.
Retract thy powers, that effective bide
In shining gush and the secret tide,
In pungent sparkle by starlight fine,
In shadowy armed forces that rides the dash,
And by the fern-brakes fairy unearthly
Of forests austere and plant legendary.
Come! O come!
To the heart-beat's drum!
Increase to us who finish beneath
Since the broad white moon is climbing boring
Regulate the stars to the heaven;s plane.
We get snarled thy hoofs on the coil of night!
As black tree-branches stagger and gossip,
By joy and clock radio we know thee nigh.
We speak the spell thy power unlocks
At solstice, Sabbat, and equinox,
Report of goodness the ambiguous to rend,
From archaic dawn to the gaping world's end,
The same as time began--
The blessing of Pan!
Blessed be all in furnace and clinch,
Blessed in all excellence above than gold.
Blessed be in influence and love,
Blessed be wher'er we rove.
Indication drop not from our eyes
Of the pagan paradise
Past the gates of death and genesis,
Our donation of the earth.
From our essence the lone of cause
Lose its attraction not in our itinerant.
Our life with all life is one,
By blackest night or noonday sun.
Eldest of gods, on thee we perfect,
Sanction be on thy creatures all.
Doreen Valiente
"Witchcraft For Tomorrow" pp. 190-191
Origin: witchnest.blogspot.com
