Up on their brooms the Witches stream, Crooked and black in the crescent's gleam; One foot high, and one foot low, Bearded, cloaked, and cowled, they go. 'Neath Charlie's Wain they twitter and tweet, And away they swarm 'neath the Dragon's feet, With a whoop and a flutter they swing and sway, And surge pell-mell down the Milky Way. Between the legs of the glittering Chair They hover and squeak in the empty air. Then round they swoop past the glimmering Lion To where Sirius barks behind huge Orion; Up, then, and over to wheel amain Under the silver, and home again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EUGENIA TODD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WHAT AILS THIS HEART O'MINE? by SUSANNA BLAMIRE HER LETTER by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE JACQUERIE: SONG. THE HOUND by SIDNEY LANIER CLORINDA AND DAMON by ANDREW MARVELL |