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“The Witch” by
W. B. Yeats
🇮🇪
(
13 Jun 1865
–
28 Jan 1939
)
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?