Poem – Spilt Milk

WE that have done and thought,
That have thought and done,
Must ramble, and thin out
Like milk spilt on a stone.

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Poem – On Woman

MAY God be praised for woman
That gives up all her mind,
A man may find in no man
A friendship of her kind
That covers all he has brought
As with her flesh and bone,
Nor quarrels with a thought
Because it is not her own.
Though pedantry denies,
It’s plain the Bible means
That Solomon grew wise
While talking with his queens.
Yet never could, although
They say he counted grass,
Count all the praises due
When Sheba was his lass,
When she the iron wrought, or
When from the smithy fire
It shuddered in the water:
Harshness of their desire
That made them stretch and yawn,
pleasure that comes with sleep,
Shudder that made them one.
What else He give or keep
God grant me — no, not here,
For I am not so bold
To hope a thing so dear
Now I am growing old,
But when, if the tale’s true,
The Pestle of the moon
That pounds up all anew
Brings me to birth again —
To find what once I had
And know what once I have known,
Until I am driven mad,
Sleep driven from my bed.
By tenderness and care.
pity, an aching head,
Gnashing of teeth, despair;
And all because of some one
perverse creature of chance,
And live like Solomon
That Sheba led a dance.

Poem – Her Anxiety

Earth in beauty dressed
Awaits returning spring.
All true love must die,
Alter at the best
Into some lesser thing.
Prove that I lie.

Such body lovers have,
Such exacting breath,
That they touch or sigh.
Every touch they give,
Love is nearer death.
Prove that I lie.

Poem – Demon and Beast

FOR certain minutes at the least
That crafty demon and that loud beast
That plague me day and night
Ran out of my sight;
Though I had long perned in the gyre,
Between my hatred and desire.
I saw my freedom won
And all laugh in the sun.
The glittering eyes in a death’s head
Of old Luke Wadding’s portrait said
Welcome, and the Ormondes all
Nodded upon the wall,
And even Strafford smiled as though
It made him happier to know
I understood his plan.
Now that the loud beast ran
There was no portrait in the Gallery
But beckoned to sweet company,
For all men’s thoughts grew clear
Being dear as mine are dear.
But soon a tear-drop started up,
For aimless joy had made me stop
Beside the little lake
To watch a white gull take
A bit of bread thrown up into the air;
Now gyring down and perning there
He splashed where an absurd
Portly green-pated bird
Shook off the water from his back;
Being no more demoniac
A stupid happy creature
Could rouse my whole nature.
Yet I am certain as can be
That every natural victory
Belongs to beast or demon,
That never yet had freeman
Right mastery of natural things,
And that mere growing old, that brings
Chilled blood, this sweetness brought;
Yet have no dearer thought
Than that I may find out a way
To make it linger half a day.
O what a sweetness strayed
Through barren Thebaid,
Or by the Mareotic sea
When that exultant Anthony
And twice a thousand more
Starved upon the shore
And withered to a bag of bones!
What had the Caesars but their thrones?

Poem – The Wiccan Rede

Bide the Wiccan laws ye must
In perfect love an perfect trust.

Live an let live-
Fairly take an fairly give.

Cast the Circle thrice about
To keep all evil spirits out.

To bind the spell every time
Let the spell be spake in rhyme.

Soft of eye an light of touch
Speak little, listen much.

Deosil go by the waxing moon
Sing an dance the Wiccan Rune.

(Deosil go by waxing moon,
Changing out the Wiccan rune.)

Widdershins go when Moon doth wane,
An the werewolves howl by the dread wolfsbane.

(Widdershins go by waning moon,
chanting out the baneful rune.)

When the Lady’s Moon is new
Kiss the hand to her times two.

When the Moon rides at her peak,
Then your heart’s desire seek.

Heed the North wind’s mighty gale
Lock the door an drop the sail.

When the wind comes from the South,
Love will kiss thee on the mouth.

When the wind blows from the East
Expect the new an set the feast.

When the West wind blows o’er thee
Departed spirits restless be.

Nine woods in the cauldron go
Burn them quick an burn them slow.

Elder be ye Lady’s tree
Burn it not or cursed ye’ll be.

When the wheel begins to turn
Let the Beltane fires burn.

When the Wheel has turned a Yule
Light the Log an let Pan rule.

Heed ye flowers, bush an tree
By the Lady blessed be.

Where the rippling waters go
Cast a stone an truth ye’ll know.

When ye have need
Hearken not to other’s greed.

With the fool no season spend
Or be counted as his friend.

Merry meet an merry part
Bright the cheeks an warm the heart.

Mind the Threefold Law ye should
Three times bad an three times good.

When misfortune is enow
Wear the blue star on thy brow.

True in love ever be
Unless thy lover’s false to thee.

Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill
An it harm none, do what ye will.