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THE WILLS OF THE WISP

A SAPPHIC

_Vix ea nostra voco_

Lunatic Witch-fires! Ghosts of Light and Motion! Fearless I see you weave your wanton dances Near me, far off me; you, that tempt the traveller Onward and onward.

Wooing, retreating, till the swamp beneath him Groans--and 'tis dark!--This woman's wile--I know it! Learnt it from _thee_, from _thy_ perfidious glances! Black-ey'd Rebecca!

First published in _Morning Post_, December 1, 1801. First collected _P. and D. W._, 1877, ii. 169.