Fiddler's Farewell/Witch

by Leonora Speyer

For works with similar titles, see Witch.

Witch!

Ashes of me,
Whirl in the fires I may not name.
Lick, lovely flame!

Will the fagot not burn?
Throw on the tired broom
Stabled still in my room.

I have ridden wide and well.
Shall I say with whom?
(Stop the town bell!)

Listen now,
Listen now if you dare:
I have lain with hope
Under the dreadful bough,
I have suckled Judas' rope
As it swung on the air—

Go find the silver pieces in the moon.
I hid them there.