WITCHCRAFT
To Effie
In clinging samite, poppy—lithe and red;
With poppy garlands twined and interwed,
She passed before the court. Her languid head
Seemed, underneath a falling cloud of hair,
Like a pale shadow born at close of day;
Also her eyes were as the eyes of May,
When the last Winter's frosts are mirrored there.
With poppy garlands twined and interwed,
She passed before the court. Her languid head
Seemed, underneath a falling cloud of hair,
Like a pale shadow born at close of day;
Also her eyes were as the eyes of May,
When the last Winter's frosts are mirrored there.
And every knight and lord who served the king
Felt round his soul a woven net-work cling,
As though enchanted by some evil thing
Deadly yet sweet. E'en Arthur almost fell
Felt round his soul a woven net-work cling,
As though enchanted by some evil thing
Deadly yet sweet. E'en Arthur almost fell
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