Autumn Equinox

Farewell, O Son, ever returning light.
The hidden god, who ever yet remains.
He departs to the land of youth,
through the gates of death,
to dwell enthroned,
the judge of gods and man.
The horned leader of the hosts of air.
Yet, even as stand unseen about the circle
the forms of the Mighty Lords of the Outer SPaces.
So dwelleth he, ‘the lord within ourselves.’
So dwelleth he within the secret seed,
the seed of new reaped grain, the seed of flesh,
hidden in the earth, the marvellous seed of the stars.
‘In him is life, and life is the light of men.’
that which was never born and never dies.
Therefore the Wicca weep not, but rejoice.’

—The Book of Shadows (1957)
Gerald Gardner