Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WITCH, by ISABEL ECCLESTONE MACKAY Poet's Biography First Line: Her hair was gold and warm it lay Last Line: Between the twilight and the sea. Subject(s): Evil; Haunted Houses; Spells; Witchcraft & Witches | ||||||||
HER hair was gold and warm it lay Upon the pallor of her brow; Her eyes were deep, aye, deep and gray And in their depths he drowned his vow. She wandered where the sands were wet, Weaving the sea-weed for a crown, And there at eve a monk she met A holy monk in cowl and gown. She held him with her witch's stare (A sweet, child-lookit witched him well!) Upon his lip she froze the prayer, And in his ear she breathed a spell. He babbled ever of her name And of her brow that gleamed like dawn, And of her lipsa lovely shame No holy man should think upon. They hunted her along the sea, "Witch, Witch!" they cried and hissed their hate Her hair unbound fell to her knee And made a glory where she sate. Her song she hushed and, wonder-eyed, She gazed upon their bell and book; The zealous priests were fain to hide Lest they be holden by her look. Most innocent she seemed to be ("The Devil's sly!" the fathers say) Her eyes were dreaming eyes that see Things strange and fair and far away. They stood her in the judgment hall. "Confess," they cried, "the blasting spell That holds yon crazed monk in thrall?" "Good sirs," she said, "he loved me well." They haled her to a witch's doom, They matched her shining hair with flame But ever through the cloister's gloom The mad monk babbles of her name! And, when the red sun droppeth down And wet sand gleameth ghostily, Men see her weave a sea-weed crown Between the twilight and the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WILD WITCHES' BALL by JACK PRELUTSKY POT MACABRE by DONALD DAVIDSON CHANSON INNOCENTE: 2, FR. TULIPS by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS TWO WITCHES: 1. THE WITCH OF COOS by ROBERT FROST TWO WITCHES: 2. THE PAUPER WITCH OF GRAFTON by ROBERT FROST THE WITCH IN THE GLASS by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT THE DRUM: THE NARRATIVE OF THE DEMON OF TEDWORTH by EDITH SITWELL A CHRISTMAS CHILD by ISABEL ECCLESTONE MACKAY |
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