Here you will find the Poem The Curse of Kehama of poet Robert Southey
I charm thy life, From the weapons of strife, From stone and from wood, From fire and from flood, From the serpent?s tooth, And the beast of blood. From sickness I charm thee, And time shall not harm thee; But earth, which is mine, Its fruits shall deny thee; And water shall hear me, And know thee and flee thee: And the winds shall not touch thee When they pass by thee, And the dews shall not wet thee When they fall nigh thee. And thou shalt seek death, To release thee, in vain; Thou shalt live in thy pain, While Kehama shall reign, With a fire in thy heart, And a fire in thy brain. And sleep shall obey me, And visit thee never, And the curse shall be on thee Forever and ever.