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Bide these Wiccan laws ye must,
With perfect love
and perfect trust;
Live ye must and let to live,
Fairly take and fairly give.
Cast the circle thrice about,
To
keep unwelcome spirits out.
To bind the magick every time,
Let the spell be spoke in rhyme.
Soft of eye and light
of touch,
Speak ye little, listen much.
Honor the Old Ones in deed and name,
Let love and light
be our guides again.
Deosil go by the waxing Moon,
Chanting out the joyful tune.
Widdershins go by the
waning Moon,
Chanting out the baneful rune.
When the Lady's moon is new,
kiss the hands to her, times two.
When
the moon rides at her peak,
then your heart's desire seek.
Heed the North wind's mighty gale:
Lock the door and
trim the sail.
When the wind blows from the East,
Expect the new and set the feast.
When the wind comes from
the South,
Love will kiss thee on the mouth.
When it whispers from the West,
Aching hearts find peace and rest.
Nine
woods in the cauldron go,
burn them fast and burn them slow:
Birch into the fire goes
In
sign of what the Lady knows.
Oak in the forest towers with might,
In the fire brings the Gods in sight.
Rowan
is a tree of power,
Causing life and magic to flower.
Willows which by water stand
Ease us to the Summerland.
Hawthorn
is burned to purify,
And to draw Faerie to your eye.
Hazel, the tree of wisdom and learning,
Adds its strength
to the bright fire burning.
White are the flowers of apple tree,
That brings us fruits of fertility.
Grapes
which grow upon the vine,
Give to us both joy and wine.
Fir tree bough are evergreen
Immortal life in them is
seen.
Elder wood, the Lady's tree --
burn it not, or cursed be.
Four times the
Major Sabbats mark,
Twice in light and twice in dark.
In death the spark of life is born
At Samhain when the
veil is torn.
When the time for Imbolg shows,
Watch for flowers through the snows.
When the Wheel begins
to turn,
Soon the Beltaine fires will burn.
As the wheel turns to Lugh's night,
Power is brought
to magic rite.
Four times the Minor Sabbats fall,
Use the Sun to mark them all.
When the Wheel has
turned to Yule,
Light the log - the Horned One rules.
In the Spring, night equals day,
Time for
Ostara to come our way.
When the Sun has reached its height,
Time for Oak and Holly to fight.
Harvesting comes
home for all
When the Autumn Equinox does fall.
Learning flower, bush, and tree;
by the Lady, blessed
be.
Where the rippling waters go,
cast the stone and truth you'll know.
When ye have and hold a need,
harken
not to others' greed.
With a fool no seasons spend,
Lest ye be counted as his friend.
Merry meet and merry part;
bright
the cheeks and warm the heart.
Mind the Threefold Law ye should:
Three times bad and three times good.
When misfortune
is enow,
Wear the blue Star on thy brow.
True in love thou must ever be,
lest thy love prove false to thee.
Eight
words the Witches' Rede fulfill,
An' it harm none, do what thou will.
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