I am possessed by you as witches were Possessed by demons, knowing all too well, The creaking broomstick and the clanging bell And in my ears, the crazy partridge whir, Of darkness. Oh, very cleverly you stir Love's old ingredients into this spell, And very cleverly you can compel My senses. You are too apt a sorcerer. It may be that some unenchanted drink, Some casual circles drawn in the sand, Or one defenseless look upon your face, Would be the magic I could not withstand. I am possessed by you, but never think To see me burn upon the market-place! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STONEWALL JACKSON; MORTALLY WOUNDED AT CHANCELLORSVILLE by HERMAN MELVILLE LOOKING FORWARD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SUMMER by WILLIAM ASPENWALL BRADLEY HYMN FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF HARTFORD AGRICULTURAL SOCIETY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD AH, WOE IS ME! MY MOTHER DEAR by ROBERT BURNS |