Let dance away all murk-imbuéd spirits,
none but felicitous faeries appropinquate;
let drain away all mixéd agéd humors,
I will my soul only with savors sate;
abandon dress of worn and faded fabric,
don raiment equal to my happy state!
Let all in Nature rise in exultation,
and show of celebration then ensue;
hail to all birds to rouse this perfect hour,
with song as dulcet as my joy is true;
commend all animals afoot and wary,
to stamp and paw and frolic all night through!
Above all, turn yourselves about you, people,
you women, men, you common, gentle, all;
and face the brightest countenance e'er dreaméd,
thereon sincerest honoring to fall:
my fairest Patroness, my kindest Goddess,
Fortuna grants acceptance to my call!
Fortuna · A Thousand Words