Thrice tosse these Oaken
ashes in the ayre

by Thomas Campion

Thrice tosse these Oaken ashes in the ayre,
Thrice sit thou mute in this inchanted chayre ;
And thrice three times tye vp this true loues knot,
And murmur soft, shee will, or shee will not.

Goe burn these poys'nous weedes in yon blew fire,
These Screech-owles fethers and this prickling bryer ;
This Cypresse gathered at a dead mans graue ;
That all thy feares and cares, an end may haue.

Then come, you Fayries, dance with me a round ;
Melt her hard hart with your melodious sound :
In vaine are all the charms I can deuise:
She hath an Arte to breake them with her eyes.






Gerard Dou. Astronomer by Candlelight. Late 1650s.
Gerard Dou. Astronomer by Candlelight. Late 1650s.


MIDI:
"Thrice Toss These Oaken Ashes in the Air" by Campion, Thomas (1567-1620).
Sequenced by Allan Alexander. Used with permission.



Listen to a RealAudio sample of this song from the CD
A Candle in the Dark



Source:
Campion, Thomas. Campion's Works. Percival Vivian, Ed.
Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1909. 169.





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