Poem by William Butler Yeats

The Witch

Toil, 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.

1. The Consolation
2. Beggar to Beggar Cried
3. An Appointment
4. Against Unworthy Praise
5. The Well and the Tree

Eleanor Farjeon The Witch ("The witch! The witch!")

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