The Secret Life Of Daydreams

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Come to me, beloved mistress Three-faced Hecate hear my call Night’s eternal ornament, Bringing light to mortals, O child of morning, Who rides on plunging bulls, O queen who drives her chariot Beside the sun, and leads the graces Reveling with the stars, From your tight grasp extend The threads of fate, Three-headed you are the furies, Arming hands with flaming, smoking lamps, Serpents coil around your brow, Your rage is like the roar of bulls, Your womb is lined with scales of creeping things, Shooter of shafts, night-shining, Triple sounding, triple headed, triple voiced Hecate, Triple pointed, triple faced, triple necked, The goddess of the triple ways, who holds Perpetual leaping flames in triple basins, O you who haunt the triple paths And rule the changing years, Lady before whom demons quake in fear And gods immortal tremble, Hear my call. ― Lady of the many names Who bears fair offspring, bull-eyed, horned, Mother of gods and of humans and of nature, Mother of all things, beginning and end are you, And you alone rule all, You wear the chains of time unbreakable, And in your hands a golden scepter lies, Subduer and subdued, mighty mistress, Mighty lover, chaos too is yours, Hail goddess, come attend your praises, We burn for you this incense, Dark archer, mountain roamer, Keeper of the crossroads, O nether, and nocturnal, and infernal, Goddess of the darkness, frightful one, O you who feast among the graves, Night, darkness, tempest, destiny, Serpent-girded drinker of blood, Feaster upon hearts, giver of madness, Giver of ecstasy, grant us our desire.