THE WITCH
I saw her plucking cowslips,
And marked her where she stood:
She never knew I watched her
While hiding in the wood
Her skirt was brightest crimson,
And black her steeple hat,
Her broomstick lay beside her -
I'm positive of that.
Her chin was sharp and pointed,
Her eyes were - I don't know -
For, when she turned towards me -
I thought it best - to go!
Percy H. Ilott
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