The Charm
Son of Erebus and Night, Hie away; and aim thy flight Where consort none other fowl Than the bat and sullen owl; Where upon the limber grass Poppy and mandragoras With like simples not a few Hang for ever drops of dew. Where flows Lethe without coil Softly like a stream of oil. Hie thee thither, gentle Sleep: With this Greek no longer keep. Thrice I charge thee by my wand; Thrice with moly from my hand Do I touch Ulysses' eyes, And with the jaspis: Then arise, Sagest Greek.... The Inner Temple Masque.
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"Son of Erebus and Night,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, William Browne delivers a powerful performance in "The Charm"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...