Under the toadstool In a gloom Of dew-dark pool And dank mushroom The toad will sit With jeweled eyes In exquisite And fixed surprise On the moon, a disk Near and pale Crossed by the whisk Of a black cat's tail. (@3I will walk in the wood. I will weave a charm. Much that is good Shall come to harm!@1) The guilty lake Will keep its dream But the wood will shake To the white owl's scream And under stones Cold slimy creepers Will gnaw the bones Of twisted sleepers While I hurry Where light is scant And furred things scurry And bat-wings slant . . . (@3Served by worse Than night and these, I will lay a curse On my enemies!@1) |