William Allingham

(19 March 1824 – 18 November 1889 / Donegal / Ireland)

The Witch-Bride - Poem by William Allingham

A fair witch crept to a young man's side,
And he kiss'd her and took her for his bride.

But a Shape came in at the dead of night,
And fill'd the room with snowy light.

And he saw how in his arms there lay
A thing more frightful than mouth may say.

And he rose in haste, and follow'd the Shape
Till morning crown'd an eastern cape.

And he girded himself, and follow'd still,
When sunset sainted the western hill.

But, mocking and thwarting, clung to his side,
Weary day! - the foul Witch-Bride.


Comments about The Witch-Bride by William Allingham

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (12/11/2015 8:19:00 AM)


    Nice imagery, story and fine writing, I liked it. (Report) Reply

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  • Shakil Ahmed (11/12/2015 10:45:00 AM)


    ending is nice. you have painted your poem with nice images (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 12, 2015



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