_ _Pour in blood, and blood like wine,
To mother Earth and Proserpine:
Mingle milk into the stream;
Feast the ghosts that love the steam;
Snatch a brand from pile;
Toss it in to make them boil:
And turn your faces from the sun:
Answer me, if all be done?
To mother Earth and Proserpine:
Mingle milk into the stream;
Feast the ghosts that love the steam;
Snatch a brand from pile;
Toss it in to make them boil:
And turn your faces from the sun:
Answer me, if all be done?
Dryden - Complete
