Weird Tales/Volume 14/Issue 2/The Sorceress
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The Sorceress
By C. Noir
“What do you see, my elfin daughter,
In your crystal that shines like green sea-water?”
“A gallant lad, and a gallant steed.
And three white hounds that race in the mead.”
“Where goeth he, my sprig of the heather?”
“High in the wood, where the trees go together.
Green leaves are over and brown leaves are nether.
May the good God keep him safe from my mother!”
“What doeth she, my sweet, half-mortal treasure?”
“She sits in her well that is deep beyond measure.
And watches with eyes that speak always of pleasure;
Windows of Hell they are, though they be azure.”