The Witch, by William Butler Yeats, from Aiala Grandmother Bego
The Witch
Toll
and grow rich,
What's that but to lie
With a foul witch
And after, drained dry,
To be brought
To the chamber where
Lies one long sought
With despair?
What's that but to lie
With a foul witch
And after, drained dry,
To be brought
To the chamber where
Lies one long sought
With despair?
William
Butler Yeats