While the world is silent, sleeping…
Mice and voles, and cunning rats,
Foxes, owls and stalking cats
Know the hour; they know it well,
Its ancient song, its timeless spell:
While the woods are clear and cold,
When the night has grown so old
That dawn is not so far away –
No time to waste before the day! –
Then, while starlight trumps the sun,
By moonlight are the magicks done!
Magicks small and magicks great:
Spells and charms to shape our fate –
Heal the world, soothe aching souls,
Ease the sick, achieve our goals.
Enchantments white, enchantments wise…
At magick hour the powers rise!
No time to tarry ’fore the dawn:
It is the hour when dreams are born!
At magick hour the mist comes creeping
While the world is silent, sleeping,
But those who know will seldom tell
The secret of the night’s deep spell.
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