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Vanish, vanish hence, confusion!
From Masque at the Marriage of the Earl of Somerset (1614)
Vanish, vanish hence, confusion!
Dim not Hymen's golden light
With false illusion.
The Fates shall do him right,
And fair Eternity,
Who pass through all enchantments free.
Bring away this sacred tree,
The tree of grace and bounty,
Set it in Bel-Anna's eye,
For she, she, only she
Can all knotted spells untie.
Pulled from the stock, let her blest hands convey
To any suppliant hand a bough,
And let that hand advance it now
Against a charm, that charm shall fade away.
Codex Note
Masque at the Marriage of the Earl of Somerset (1614)
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Campion, Thomas. “Vanish, vanish hence, confusion!” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/campion/153/.
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Campion, Thomas. “Vanish, vanish hence, confusion!” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/campion/153/.
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