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?

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Suryendu Chaudhury 13 October 2020

Seems the loss of beauty is being commented upon.

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William Butler Yeats

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