Invocation #1

O Earth, acutely felt, O mother Witch,
O sog of teeming sand!—O lichen-daubed

Cacophony of granite mysteries!—

O plum-skin scattered sea, O salmon-spawn
In darkling pool!—O bloom-unsevered flame,

O skip of light 'cross brook-swell, river spray,
Abandoned thaw and churn!—O wind, your chirp
In aspen grove, O Bunting lark, O roar

And siren-murmur, trill and groaning pine!—
O comely pelt of stars!—O spell-cast dawn,

Volcano-bronzed and fleet!—ensorcel me!

For I, your paramour, my love-thirst thus—
To drink each breath each part, the All, of You.

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