Temple of Fiddes

An Invocation

In a trance, amid the heady fumes of burning laurel

Sage leaves flame, crackle, bend and twist upward

Down from the mountain top
And out of the field, flock to us now
Out of your sacred precincts, to your grove
Of elder trees, and your altars
Smoking with incense, dripping with honey

Where cold, whisp’ring water flows
Through the soft branches,
In scene shadow’d fern,
Sleep eternal falls from silvery leaves
An enchantment bestow’d

Horses grazing in a meadow
Of verdant spring flowers
And where the breeze blows fragrant,
Here at the Temple
Delicately in golden cups
Nectar is poured, mixed for our festival.