Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE DECEIT, by HARRY HIBBARD KEMP

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THE DECEIT, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: On the way to istral where the sea sweeps / in
Last Line: For a witch, god wot, had snared me in the semblance of a maid!
Subject(s): Duplicity; Lust; Night; Witchcraft & Witches; Deceit; Bedtime

ON the way to Istral where the sea sweeps in
I met and kissed a maiden irresistible as sin;
Her breasts were tipped like coral and her unbound hair
Hung thick across her bosom, and her face was fair.

I lay with her a night-space in the white moonshine
And wakened in the morning like a drunkard after wine ...

I wakened in the morning with a lover's greed
For renewal of embracement ... and embraced a weed
And a length of blackened driftwood. ... Then I rose afraid,
For a witch, God wot, had snared me in the semblance of a maid!

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