Witches

The sky is cover’d with stars again: The plains are cover’d with flocks of sheep: But where is the shepherd? On the plain The shepherd is lost in careless-sleep: The youthful Rādoje sleeps:—Arise! Awake! his sister Jania cries.

“Jania! sister! nay! depart! My body to witches is plighted: My mother has torn away my heart, And my aunt my mother lighted.”