George Sterling

(1869-1926 / United States)

Witch-Fire - Poem by George Sterling

Said the faun to the will-o'-the-wisp:
'You are fugitive, far!'
Said the will-o'-the-wisp to the faun:
'But more near than the star.'

Said the faun to the will-o'-the-wisp:
'You are white, you are cold!'
Said the will-o'-the-wisp to the faun:
'I am fire to the bold.'

Said the faun to the will-o'-the-wisp:
'You are fey, you are fair!'
Said the will-o'-the-wisp to the faun:
'If I be, have a care!'

It was far on the marsh that she fled;
It was far from the dawn.
Now the winds of the morning have found
Not her light nor the faun.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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