Enchantment

By George Sterling

Bind me with spells, O Lovely sorceress,
    And chain me with thy blesséd witchery!
    Never was there enchantress like to thee,
Whose triple power is wielded but to bless;
Nor of thy charm is there forget fulness.
    Nor In thy kiss can any poison be:
    Thine instant lure is stronger than the .sea,
And he thy wand has touched is ransomless.

Like wild, fresh winds that waft from Paradise
    Its holiness and fragrance, so is each
True word of thine! Lovers alone are wise,
        Of this mad world the only rightful lords;
    So love me, thou who holdest in thy speech
        The clash of music's consecrated swords!

Glen Ellen.

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