By the flame that burneth bright, O Horned One! We call thy name into the night, O Ancient One! Thee we invoke, by moon-led sea, By the standing stone and the twisted tree. Thee we invoke, where gather thine own, By the nameless shrine forgotten and alone. Come where the round of the dance is trod, Horn and hoof of the goatfoot god! By moonlit meadow on dusky hill, When the haunted wood is hushed and still, Come to the charm of the chanted prayer, As the moon bewitches the midnight air. Evoke thy powers, that potent bide In shining stream and the secret tide, In fiery flame by starlight pale, In shadowy host that rides the gale, And by the fern-brakes fairy haunted Of forests wild and woods enchanted. Come! O come! To the heart-beat's drum! Come to us who gather below When the broad white moon is climbing slow Through the stars to the heaven's height. We hear thy hoofs on the wind of night! As black tree-branches shake and sigh, By joy and terror we know thee nigh. We speak the spell thy power unlocks At solstice, Sabbat, and equinox, Word of virtue the veil to rend, From primal dawn to the wide world's end, Since time began-- © Doreen Valiente "Witchcraft For Tomorrow"