Even as I melt this wax, with the god to aid, so speedily may he by
love be molten, the Myndian Delphis! And as whirls this brazen
wheel, {13} so restless, under Aphrodite's spell, may he turn and
turn about my doors.

My magic wheel, draw home to me the man I love!

Now will I burn the husks, and thou, O Artemis, hast power to move
hell's adamantine gates, and all else that is as stubborn.
Thestylis, hark, 'tis so; the hounds are baying up and down the town!
The Goddess stands where the three ways meet! Hasten, and clash the
brazen cymbals.

My magic wheel, draw home to me the man I love!

Lo, silent is the deep, and silent the winds, but never silent the
torment in my breast. Nay, I am all on fire for him that made me,
miserable me, no wife but a shameful thing, a girl no more a maiden.

My magic wheel, draw home to me the man I love!

Three times do I pour libation, and thrice, my Lady Moon, I speak
this spell:- Be it with a friend that he lingers, be it with a leman
he lies, may he as clean forget them as Theseus, of old, in Dia--so
legends tell--did utterly forget the fair-tressed Ariadne.

My magic wheel, draw home to me the man I love!

Coltsfoot is an Arcadian weed that maddens, on the hills, the young