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?

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Poet: William Butler Yeats
Poem: The Witch
Volume: Responsibilities
Year: Published/Written in 1914
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Mar 27 2007
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