The wan witch at the creepy midnight hour, When the wild moon was flying to its full, Went huddling round a damned convent's tower, From out the crumbling slabs or tombs to pull Some lecherous leaf or shrieking mandrake-flower. Beneath she heard the dead men's voices dull; Around she felt the cold souls creep and cower; In hand she held a grinning damned's skull! Then through the ruin'd cloisters, strangely white, T'wards the struck moon, all swathed in cold gravebands, She saw dead Love wringing his hollow hands, And gliding grimmer than a dank tomb-light. And with a shriek she rush'd across his path -- And now the hell-worm all her body hath! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAITH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON INTERRACIAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |