An Incantation

O great sun of heaven, harm not my love; Sear him not with your flame, blind him not with your beauty, Shine for his pleasure! O gray rains of heaven, harm not my love; Drown not in your torrent the song of his heart, Lave and caress him. O swift winds of heaven, harm not my love; Bruise not nor buffet him with your rough humor, Sing you his prowess! O mighty triad, strong ones of heaven, Sun, rain, and wind, be gentle, I charge you— For your mad mood of wrath have me—I am ready— But spare him, my lover, most proud and most dear, O sun, rain and wind, strong ones of heaven!