The Witch

William Butler Yeats

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?

Next 10 Poems

• William Butler Yeats : The Withering Of The Boughs
• William Butler Yeats : These Are The Clouds
• William Butler Yeats : Those Dancing Days Are Gone
• William Butler Yeats : Those Images
• William Butler Yeats : Three Marching Songs
• William Butler Yeats : Three Movements
• William Butler Yeats : Three Songs To The One Burden
• William Butler Yeats : Three Songs To The Same Tune
• William Butler Yeats : Three Things
• William Butler Yeats : To A Child Dancing In The Wind

Previous 10 Poems

• William Butler Yeats : The Winding Stair And Other Poems
• William Butler Yeats : The Wild Swans At Coole
• William Butler Yeats : The Wild Old Wicked Man
• William Butler Yeats : The White Birds
• William Butler Yeats : The Wheel
• William Butler Yeats : The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Iii
• William Butler Yeats : The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Ii
• William Butler Yeats : The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book I
• William Butler Yeats : The Valleys Of The Black Pig
• William Butler Yeats : The Valley Of The Black Pig