English poem
The Witch
Toil, and grow rich, What's that but to lie With a foul witch And after, drained dry, To be brought To the chamber where Lies one long sought With despair.
Versos English William Butler Yeats The Witch
Versos English William Butler Yeats The Witch
English poem
Toil, and grow rich, What's that but to lie With a foul witch And after, drained dry, To be brought To the chamber where Lies one long sought With despair.