Thrice toss these oaken ashes in the air,
Thrice sit thou mute in this enchanted chair,
Then thrice three times tie up this true love’s knot,
And murmur soft “She will, or she will not.”
Go burn these pois’nous weeds in yon blue fire,
These screech-owl’s feathers and this prickling briar,
This cypress gathered at a dead man’s grave,
That all my fears and cares an end may have.
Then come, you fairies! dance with me a round;
Melt her hard heart with your melodious sound.
In vain are all the charms I can devise:
She hath an art to break them with her eyes.
What can I do when love doesn’t respond the way I need it to? Love can be supernatural in its beauty, in its intensity. In desperation I’ll try anything to reach your heart. To have you look at me with the longing that you see in my eyes.
Magic, witchcraft, potions and spells … which is the most popular request? Love. Charms to capture the love of another have been recorded almost as long as there is writing. Pretty amazing considering that for much of that time, it was punishable by death.
I’d do the spell here in a heartbeat. But like Campion, I know it wouldn’t work. Even if it did work, the spell would be broken.
We find love in the eyes of our beloved. Like the poet’s love, you have a strength and beauty which shatters my feeble attempts to win back your heart. Love can be a clash of wills, and eventually I have to be just as strong, so when you look into my eyes you see something there which stops you in your tracks. Something wild and irresistible.
When your love is true, it will eventually bubble to the surface, and in that instant you have a chance. You reach out, her eyes flash and you kiss. No spell in the world has ever had that power. For that is real magic.