Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE INQUISITOR, by OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN

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First Line: The hound is at the witch's tree
Last Line: The moon would stare and stare.
Alternate Author Name(s): Burke, Fielding
Subject(s): Inquisition

The hound is at the witch's tree,
The alder crouches white;
The farmer sets his bitches free
To creep along the night.
I hear the wind whine in the bog;
I hear the worms creep in a log,
Turning the wood to meal;
I've heard the rain-crow twice,
I've seen two ghosts at dice
Behind the dead mill-wheel.

There is a candle on the stream
That bows and bobs and does not die;
It is a leaf the moon makes seem
A candle rocking tenderly.

Now if the moon would veil her face,
And not go white and bare,
I'd find me out a warm, dark place
And lay my cold heart there;
Too cold for any care.
A place all earthy sweet and brown,
Where tiny dwellers bore and plough,
And birds at dawn hop softly down.
But she goes white and bare,
And she would come and stare;
I could not die for thinking how
The moon would stare and stare.

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