Painting by Edward Burne-Jones

Within the forest deep and dark

Where silent holy magic dwells,

He is beguiled by promises

Of secrets in the tales she tells.

Her russet hair is bound with leaves

That hold the blood of truth within.

Her mouth is sweet and he believes,

Her amber eyes have drawn him in.

The book of power is in her hand,

The spell is cast, the circle made.

The winds of change are in the air

And sweep the shadows from the glade.

Her russet hair is wild and free,

The leaves are sailing on the wind.

Her mouth is sweet and he believes,

Her amber eyes have drawn him in.