Each of Her Silver Wands - Robyn Hitchcock

Each of her silver wands flings you into beyond

An orbit there set down

Hurrying down the line both of her eyes must shine upon you

She’s your queen

Gallows tree of my heart keeping us both apart

Be gone and cut me down

Midsummer evening’s long, here’s a midsummer song towards it

Kiss her now

Each of her silver wands