by Henry Fothergill Chorley (1808 - 1872)
The Enchantress
Language: English
By the lore of ages far, By the rites which cowards shun, I from grave and herb and star Have my wand of triumph won. Warriors I have brought to shame, Turning glory to disgrace. Kings have trembled when I came Reading doom upon my face. But, for thee, but, for thee, My wild hair shall braided be With the rose of richest breath, With the jasmine white as death, With the jasmine white as death. And my voice in music flow, And mine eyes all gently glow, For, believe me, love like ours Is the pow'r of magic powers. For, believe me, love like ours Is the pow'r of magic powers. I know where the storm is born That shall break the strong earth's frame; From the fierce volcano's horn, Brimming o'er with living flame. I can name the very cloud That the tempest forth doth keep, Which the strongest ship hath bowed, Built to rule the rebel deep. But, for thee, but, for thee, Shall be calm on earth and sea; Gentle rivers, teeming mines, Golden harvests, fragrant vines - Golden harvests, fragrant vines. And a sunlight bland and warm And a moon of dreamy charm, O, believe me, love like ours Is the pow'r of magic powers. O, believe me, love like ours Is the pow'r of magic powers.
Authorship:
- by Henry Fothergill Chorley (1808 - 1872), note: may be by Herrick  [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by John Liptrot Hatton (1809 - 1886), "The Enchantress" [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Deborah Snavely
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 38
Word count: 222