Saturday, May 7, 2005

Beneath The Full Moon

Beneath The Full Moon Cover Come, I will sing it in your ear:
Your dancing days are come.
All the feeling you hold dear
Will lift your spirit some;
Dance until the rosey dawn
All in a gay, glad rag.
I carry the Sun in a golden cup,
The Moon in a silver bag.

And I will sing you merrily
nto my ring of dooms,
And I will twine into your hair
A wreath of maiden blooms.
You'll turn, when dancing days wane low
To Crone, but not to Hag.
I carry the Sun in a golden cup,
The Moon in a silver bag.
Maiden grows to Mother,
And mother into Crone,
Dance, My darling daughter,
Beneath My rounded Moon.
Dance in argent splendor
Until your Spirits flag.
I carry the Sun in a golden cup,
The Moon in a silver bag.

Copyright (c) 1988 by Sourdough Jackson

Books in PDF format to read:

Eliphas Levi - The Conjuration Of The Four Elements
Aristotle - On The Soul
Michael Ford - The Book Of The Witch Moon
Tuesday Lobsang Rampa - Feeding The Flame