A Spell

Pour in blood, and blood-like wine,
To Mother Earth and Proserpine:
Mingle milk into the stream:
Feast the ghosts that love the stream;
Snatch a brand from funeral pile:
Toss it in, to make them boil:
And turn your faces from the sun;
Answer me, if this be done?

                                      'Tis done.

- John Dryden