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
Throug...

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