When Summer falters before its flight, go on an evening of full moonlight, and cut from the oak tree one true branch,Thick with leaves and acorns bunched. Then where a woos grows dense and dark, stand at its edge and the oak bough shake - saying these words to the ranks of trees, that their strength may be yours for whatever you please:
With oakI lead
That ash may follow
Also alder
Elm and willow
Cedar and locust
Hickory and Larch,
Walnut, chestnut
Poplar, birch,
Beech and maple
Fir and pine:
All these powers
so be mine.
Then hang the oak bough over your door, taking one acorn from its store to be sewn up ia a chamois skin, safe to be kept for what you would win.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
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