St. Magnus control thee, that martyr of treason; St. Ronan rebuke thee with rhyme and with reason; By the mass of St. Martin, the might of St. Mary, Be thou gone, or thy weird shall be worse if thou tarry! If of good, go hence and hallow thee; If of ill, let the earth swallow thee; If thou'rt of air, let the gray mist fold thee; If of earth, let the swart mine hold thee. If a pixie, seek thy ring; If a nixie, seek thy spring; If on middle earth thou'st been Slave of sorrow, shame, and sin, Hast eat the bread of toil and strife, And dree'd the lot which men call life, Begone to thy stone! for thy coffin is scant of thee; The worm, thy playfellow, wails for the want of thee. Hence, houseless ghost! let the earth hide thee; Till Michael shall blow the blast see that there thou bide thee! Phantom, fly hence! take the Cross for a token, Hence pass till Hallow-mass!—my spell is spoken. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO THE BRITISH MUSEUM by WILLIAM EMPSON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 82. HOARDED JOY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 115 by ALFRED TENNYSON TO HIS WORSHIPFULL GOOD FRIEND, MAISTER JOHN STEVENTON by RICHARD BARNFIELD PSALM 96 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SPHINX-MONEY by MATHILDE BLIND |