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Circe’s Charm
By William Browne (c. 1590–c. 1645)
Song from the ‘Inner Temple Masque’
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Hie away; and aim thy flight
Where consort none other fowl
Than the bat and sullen owl;
Where upon thy limber grass,
Poppy and mandragoras,
With like simples not a few,
Hang forever drops of dew;
Where flows Lethe without coil
Softly like a stream of oil.
Hie thee hither, gentle sleep:
With this Greek no longer keep.
Thrice I charge thee by my wand,
Thrice with moly from my hand
Do I touch Ulysses’s eyes,
And with the jaspis: then arise,
Sagest Greek!