William Butler Yeats (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)
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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?
William Butler Yeats
Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001
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Poems by William Butler Yeats : 347 / 402
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