The Witch
by William Butler Yeats
Toil and grow rich, WhatΒs 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.
Toil and grow rich, WhatΒs 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.