The Enchantress

By the lore of ages far,

By the rites which cowards shun,

I from grave and herb and star

Have my wand of triumph won.

Warriors I have brought to shame,

Turning glory to disgrace.

Kings have trembled when I came

Reading doom upon my face.

But, for thee, but, for thee,

My wild hair shall braided be

With the rose of richest breath,

With the jasmine white as death,

With the jasmine white as death.

And my voice in music flow,

And mine eyes all gently glow,

For, believe me, love like ours

Is the pow'r of magic powers.

For, believe me, love like ours

Is the pow'r of magic powers.

I know where the storm is born

That shall break the strong earth's frame;

From the fierce volcano's horn,

Brimming o'er with living flame.

I can name the very cloud

That the tempest forth doth keep,

Which the strongest ship hath bowed,

Built to rule the rebel deep.

But, for thee, but, for thee,

Shall be calm on earth and sea;

Gentle rivers, teeming mines,

Golden harvests, fragrant vines -

Golden harvests, fragrant vines.

And a sunlight bland and warm

And a moon of dreamy charm,

O, believe me, love like ours

Is the pow'r of magic powers.

O, believe me, love like ours

Is the pow'r of magic powers.