A fair witch crept to a young man's side, And he kiss'd her and took her for his bride. But a Shape came in at the dead of night, And fill'd the room with snowy light. And he saw how in his arms there lay A thing more frightful than mouth may say. And he rose in haste, and follow'd the Shape Till morning crown'd an eastern cape. And he girded himself, and follow'd still When sunset sainted the western hill. But, mocking and thwarting, clung to his side, Weary day!—the foul Witch-Bride.
This poem is in the public domain.
William Allingham, born March 19, 1824, was an Irish writer and the author of many books, including Irish Songs and Poems (Reeves & Turner, 1887), Blackberries (G. Philip, 1884), and Evil May Day (David Stott, 1883). He passed away in London on November 18, 1889.
Date Published: 1850-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/witch-bride