For A Female Child
To form a daughter in the womb,
Trace this figure at New Moon,
On silver foil, with a silver spoon:
Crush the foil to make a sphere,
Cast it into waters near,
Whisper in the Moon's white ear:
O Maiden, feed
This silver seed,
In water's lap,
By water's pap
Until its phase
Grows round with days--
That I may see
A child like thee.
Taken from "The Crones Book of Magickal Words"
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