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Circe’s Charm

By William Browne (c. 1590–c. 1645)

Song from the ‘Inner Temple Masque’

SON of Erebus and night,

Hie away; and aim thy flight

Where consort none other fowl

Than the bat and sullen owl;

Where upon thy limber grass,

Poppy and mandragoras,

With like simples not a few,

Hang forever drops of dew;

Where flows Lethe without coil

Softly like a stream of oil.

Hie thee hither, 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’s eyes,

And with the jaspis: then arise,

Sagest Greek!