The Witch-Glass Poem by Joseph Skipsey

The Witch-Glass



A SYREN, with her mirror bright,
His ear enchants; and while he listens,
His image on his dazzled sight,
A very jewel gleams and glistens.

Ah, could he peer into yon brook,
Or into any heart that knows him,
He'd find the thing that met his look,
Was not the pearl the Witch-Glass
shows him!

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Joseph Skipsey

Joseph Skipsey

Percy, Northumberland
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