And though the grave's

Deep soundlessness

Thy once sea-deafened

Ear distress,

No robin ever

On the deep

Hopped with his song

To haunt thy sleep.

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[Pg 49]

THE WITCH

Weary went the old Witch,

Weary of her pack,

She sat her down by the churchyard wall,

And jerked it off her back.

The cord brake, yes, the cord brake,

Just where the dead did lie,

And Charms and Spells and Sorceries

Spilled out beneath the sky.

Weary was the old Witch;

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