Color of the day: Black Incense of the day: Ivy It is not knowledge of love To draw water through a reed, But the love of the one you choose And their warmth you draw to you. Arise early on the day of the Sun And go to the flat, broad stone. Take with you foxglove And the blossom of butterbur. Lift these on your shoulder In a wooden shovel Obtain nine stems of ferns Cut with an axe Take three bones of an old man That have been taken from the grave. Burn them on a fire of wood And make them into ashes Shake this in front of the breast of your intended While standing in the sharp north wind And I pledge and warrant That she (he) will never leave you. |