Truly, truly the Elvish folk say,
"Magick flows from the earth."
Leave both wall and city behind,
Take to the wilderland, there magick find.
Travel the wild lands a year and a day,
Eat of the berry-bush, root, leaf and flower,
And give ye thanks as bow is drawn.
Sing each evening of the coming dawn,
And each morning to our Lady Mother -
Her bosom our pillow, her tresses our bower.