by Thomas Campion (1567 - 1620)

Thrice tosse these Oaken ashes in the...
Language: English 
Thrice tosse these Oaken ashes in the ayre;
Thrice sit thou mute in this inchanted chayre:
And thrice three times tye up this true loves knot,
And murmur soft shee will, or shee will not.

Goe burn these poys'nous weedes in yon blew fire,
These Screech-owles fethers, and this prockling bryer,
This Cypresse gathered at a dead mans grave;
That all my feares and cares an end may have.

Then come you Fayries, dance with me a round,
Melt her hard hart with yout melodious sound:
In vaine alre all the charms I can devise,
She hath an Arte to breake them with her eyes.

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Modernized text used by Brian Holmes and Douglas Steele follows:

Thrice toss these oaken ashes in the air,
Thrice sit thou mute in this enchanted chair;
Then thrice three times tie up this true love's knot,
And murmur soft, she will, or she will not.

Go burn this pois'nous weeds in yon blue fire,
These screech owl's feathers, and this prickling briar,
This cypress gathered at a dead man's grave:
That all thy fears and cares an end may have.

Then come, you Fairies, dance with me a round,
Melt her hard heart with your melodious sound.
In vain are all the charms I can devise:
She hath an Art to break them with her eyes.

Note: Note: Steele changes "pois'nous" to "poisonous" and keeps "Fairies" and "Art" lower-case.


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Researcher for this text: Linda Godry

This text was added to the website: 2006-12-09
Line count: 12
Word count: 105