Marc Bolan, The Warlock of Love Page 7 of the Original Volume Yon ravelling Mage, crisp sunseanian Sage deep acrest a mass, a hillock of woven ash. Tarragon seed whim is a coin in the swim of your skin. One pleasant fin, O for such rippled skin, akin to a far star, deep abreasted like a raft, a lantern beam cathedral in the dungeons of my cask. And a ship from Paladinya yes, a pavilion of Pallacian mind, a tower awned with lighting, a swans wing and a dipped ring and you swimming like my mountain, the delved crescents of your breast of true julip of Dodona a league skimmed proper above the rest. O, Our nest could hold silk stars a taffetian nation, an elven rope, a scarlet kerchief wept and laiden like the galley of dead uncles’ boat. And a brace of shining finches, sleek necks climbing towards our sky, four driving jewelled rivers and unmapped oceans, just Dodona, a whole zinc of finches, you and I. Continue to the Next Poem go back to the beginning of Marc's book The Warlock of Love or return to the Welcome Page! Page Design/Layout by Natalie McDonald, assisted by "Doc". Original Background by Pegasus On-Line. NOTICE: This poem has been retyped from the text of the original © 1969 version of “The Warlock of Love” by Marc Bolan, published by Lupus Music. We have not altered any of the original punctuation, spelling or typographical errors, and retained the identical line breaks and indentations in the text as the original typesetters and/or the person (or persons) who originally transcribed the poem from Marc Bolan’s handwriting and/or verbal dictation. “Depth Charge!”’s intent is solely to educate the public by identifying the correct original sources of Marc Bolan’s poetry, with absolutely no commercial gain intended. Our reproduction of this work is a strictly not-for-profit venture, and we agree to immediately cease and desist publishing this poem if requested to do so in writing by a certifiable authorized representative of Marc Bolan’s current estate.