The Curse of Kehama

     I charm thy life
From the weapons of strife,
From stone and from wood,
From fire and from flood,
From the serpent's tooth,
And the beasts of blood:
From Sickness I charm thee,
And Time shall not harm thee;
     But Earth which is mine,
     Its fruits shall deny thee;
     And water shall hear me,
     And know thee and fly thee;
And the Winds shall not touch thee
     When they pass by thee,
And the Dews shall not wet thee,
     When they fall nigh thee:
     And thou shalt seek Death
     To release thee, in vain;
     Thou shalt live in thy pain
     While Kehama shall reign,
     With a fire in thy heart,
     And a fire in thy brain;
     And Sleep shall obey me,
     And visit thee never,
And the Curse shall be on thee
     For ever and ever.