William Butler Yeats

(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

The Witch - Poem by William Butler Yeats

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?


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001



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