THE 



WITCH OF BEN-Y-GLOE. 



I CALL thee ! I charm thee ! wing hither thy way ! 

 By the laws below that the fiends obey ! 

 By the groans which shall rise at the Judgment-day, 

 I call thee ! I charm thee ! wing hither thy way ! 



She heard him on her mount of stone, 

 Where on snakes alive she was feeding alone ; 

 And straight her limbs she anointed all 

 With basilisk's blood and viper's gall. 



But seeing, before away she sped, 

 That her snakes half-eaten, were not yet dead, 

 She crush'd their heads with fiendish spite, 

 But had not the mercy to kill them quite. 



Oh ! then she mounted the back of the blast, 



And sail'd o'er woods and waters fast ; 



She stopped on a rock awhile to rest, 



And she throttled the young in an eagle's nest. 



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