The Witch Poem by William Butler Yeats
The Witch
Rating: ★3.6
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?
Thursday, May 17, 2001
Topic(s) of this poem: despair,lies
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8/13/2026 6:50:00 AM # rel_20260811T123139Z_a98d49b
Seems the loss of beauty is being commented upon.