Resurrection

Sorceress and sorcerer, Risen from the sepulcher, From the deep, unhallowed ground, We have found and we have bound Each the other, as before, With the fatal spells of yore, With Sabbatic sign, and word That Thessalian moons have heard. Sorcerer and sorceress, Hold we still our heathenness— Loving without sin or shame— As in years of stake and flame. Share we now the witches' madness, Wake the Hecatean gladness, Call the demon named Delight From his lair of burning night. Love that was, and love to be, Dwell within this wizardry: Lay your arm my head beneath As upon some nighted heath Where we slumbered all alone When the Sabbat's rout was flown; Let me drink your dulcet breath As in evenings after death. Witch belovèd from of old, When upon Atlantis rolled All the dire and wrathful deep, You had kissed mine eyes asleep. On my lids shall fall your lips In the final sun's eclipse; And your hand shall take my hand In the last and utmost land.