Up on their brooms the Witches stream, Crooked and black in the crescent's gleam; One foot high, and one foot low, Bearded, cloaked, and cowled, they go. 'Neath Charlie's Wain they twitter and tweet, And away they swarm 'neath the Dragon's feet, With a whoop and a flutter they swing and sway, And surge pell-mell down the Milky Way. Between the legs of the glittering Chair They hover and squeak in the empty air. Then round they swoop past the glimmering Lion To where Sirius barks behind huge Orion; Up, then, and over to wheel amain Under the silver, and home again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STENOGRAPHERS by PATRICIA KATHLEEN PAGE QUATRAIN: OMAR KHAYYAM (AFTER FITZGERALD) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 95, 96. AL-AZALI, AL-BAKI by EDWIN ARNOLD NO-MORE-FEAR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SONNET: LOVE'S ETHIC by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PSALM 135 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY: INTRODUCTORY by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |