I charm thy life, <br /> From the weapons of strife, <br /> From stone and from wood, <br /> From fire and from flood, <br /> From the serpent’s tooth, <br /> And the beast of blood. <br /> From sickness I charm thee, <br /> And time shall not harm thee; <br /> But earth, which is mine, <br /> Its fruits shall deny thee; <br /> And water shall hear me, <br /> And know thee and flee thee: <br />And the winds shall not touch thee <br /> When they pass by thee, <br />And the dews shall not wet thee <br /> When they fall nigh thee. <br /> And thou shalt seek death, <br /> To release thee, in vain; <br /> Thou shalt live in thy pain, <br /> While Kehama shall reign, <br /> With a fire in thy heart, <br /> And a fire in thy brain. <br /> And sleep shall obey me, <br /> And visit thee never, <br /> And the curse shall be on thee <br /> Forever and ever.<br /><br />Robert Southey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-curse-of-kehama/
